Then, in some half hour, he came again, with an armful or basket of books, and distributed them in the same way.  They were generally novels, but not always.  I do not think that any endeavor is made to assimilate the book to the expected customer.  The object is to bring the book and the man together, and in this way a very large sale is effected.  The same thing is done with illustrated newspapers.  The sale of political newspapers goes on so quickly in these cars that no such enforced distribution is necessary.  I should say that the average consumption of newspapers by an American must amount to about three a day.  At Washington I begged the keeper of my lodgings to let me have a paper regularly—­one American newspaper being much the same to me as another—­and my host supplied me daily with four.

But the numbers of the popular books of the day, printed and sold, afford the most conclusive proof of the extent to which education is carried in the States.  The readers of Tennyson, Mackay, Dickens, Bulwer, Collins, Hughes, and Martin Tupper are to be counted by tens of thousands in the States, to the thousands by which they may be counted in our own islands.  I do not doubt that I had fully fifteen copies of the “Silver Cord” thrown at my head in different railway cars on the continent of America.  Nor is the taste by any means confined to the literature of England.  Longfellow, Curtis, Holmes, Hawthorne, Lowell, Emerson, and Mrs. Stowe are almost as popular as their English rivals.  I do not say whether or no the literature is well chosen, but there it is.  It is printed, sold, and read.  The disposal of ten thousand copies of a work is no large sale in America of a book published at a dollar; but in England it is a very large sale of a book brought out at five shillings.

I do not remember that I ever examined the rooms of an American without finding books or magazines in them.  I do not speak here of the houses of my friends, as of course the same remark would apply as strongly in England; but of the houses of persons presumed to earn their bread by the labor of their hands.  The opportunity for such examination does not come daily; but when it has been in my power I have made it, and have always found signs of education.  Men and women of the classes to which I allude talk of reading and writing as of arts belonging to them as a matter of course, quite as much as are the arts of eating and drinking.  A porter or a farmer’s servant in the States is not proud of reading and writing.  It is to him quite a matter of course.  The coachmen on their boxes and the boots as they set in the halls of the hotels have newspapers constantly in their hands.  The young women have them also, and the children.  The fact comes home to one at every turn, and at every hour, that the people are an educated people.  The whole of this question between North and South is as well understood by the servants as by their masters, is discussed as vehemently by the