which they all continued regarding me with unabated curiosity, the old gentleman condescended to address me again and asked me my name and country.
"My country," said I, with the natural pride of a Briton, "is England, and my name is Smith."
"No such country is known to me," he returned; "nor have I ever heard such a name as yours."
I was rather taken aback at his words, and yet did not just then by any means realize their full import. I was thinking only about my name; for without having penetrated into any perfectly savage country, I had been about the world a great deal for a young man, visiting the Colonies, India, Yokohama, and other distant places, and I had never yet been told that the name of Smith was an unfamiliar one.
"I hardly know what to say," I returned, for he was evidently waiting for me to add something more to what I had stated. "It rather staggers me to hear that my name—well, you have not heard of me, of course, but there have been a great many distinguished
