CHAPTER XXIII

The Senator’s Lecture.—­No.  I

Wednesday, April 14th, was the day at last fixed for the Senator’s lecture.  His little proposal to set England right on all those matters in which she had hitherto gone astray had created a considerable amount of attention.  The Goarly affair with the subsequent trial of Scrobby had been much talked about, and the Senator’s doings in reference to it had been made matter of comment in the newspapers.  Some had praised him for courage, benevolence, and a steadfast purpose.  Others had ridiculed his inability to understand manners different from those of his own country.  He had seen a good deal of society both in London and in the country, and had never hesitated to express his opinions with an audacity which some had called insolence.  When he had trodden with his whole weight hard down on individual corns, of course he had given offence,—­as on the memorable occasion of the dinner at the parson’s house in Dillsborough.  But, on the whole, he had produced for himself a general respect among educated men which was not diminished by the fact that he seemed to count quite as little on that as on the ill-will and abuse of others.  For some days previous to the delivery of the lecture the hoardings in London were crowded with sesquipedalian notices of the entertainment, so that Senator Gotobed’s great oration on “The irrationality of Englishmen” was looked to with considerable interest.

When an intelligent Japanese travels in Great Britain or an intelligent Briton in Japan, he is struck with no wonder at national differences.  He is on the other hand rather startled to find how like his strange brother is to him in many things.  Crime is persecuted, wickedness is condoned, and goodness treated with indifference in both countries.  Men care more for what they eat than anything else, and combine a closely defined idea of meum with a lax perception as to tuum.  Barring a little difference of complexion and feature the Englishman would make a good Japanese, or the Japanese a first-class Englishman.  But when an American comes to us or a Briton goes to the States, each speaking the same language, using the same cookery, governed by the same laws, and wearing the same costume, the differences which present themselves are so striking that neither can live six months in the country of the other without a holding up of the hands and a torrent of exclamations.  And in nineteen cases out of twenty the surprise and the ejaculations take the place of censure.  The intelligence of the American, displayed through the nose, worries the Englishman.  The unconscious self-assurance of the Englishman, not always unaccompanied by a sneer, irritates the American.  They meet as might a lad from Harrow and another from Mr. Brumby’s successful mechanical cramming establishment.  The Harrow boy cannot answer a question, but is sure that he is the proper thing, and is ready to face