language went over to the States with the Scroobys of Scrooby, and he their descendant and Bounder, has preserved it intact. Even Shakespeare's river Avon becomes metamorphosed under the roll of his atrocious tongue. He will not pronounce it with the English A, as in the word "bay,"—he calls it A'von, as the "a" is sounded in the word avarice—so that the soft poetic name of the classic stream appears to have been bitten off by him and swallowed like a pop-corn. But it would be of no use to argue with him on this or on any other point, because he is always right. No real American Bounder was ever wrong.
One cannot but observe what a close acquaintance the Bounder has with Debrett and various "County" Directories. His study of these volumes is almost as profound as that of Mr. Balfour must have been when writing "The Foundations of Belief." Between Debrett and Baedeker he manages to elicit a certain useful stock of surface information which he imparts in a kind of cheap toy-cracker fashion to various persons, who, politely listening, wonder why he appears to think that they are not aware of facts familiar to them from their childhood. His modes of appearing "to know, you know!" are exceedingly simple. For example, suppose him to be asked to join a "house-party" in Suffolk. He straightway studies the "County Directory" of that quarter of England, and looks up the principal persons mentioned therein in various other books of handy reference. When, in due course, he arrives at the house to which he has been invited, he manages to faintly surprise uninitiated persons by his (apparently) familiar
