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We have heard foreigners boast, since the organiza-
ton Of the Native American Associations of their supe-
rior, and in our opinion, superhuman attachment this
country. Men, born in other countries, whose nightly
prayers offered up heaven for the land where
their fathers bones, and sleep perhaps forever the be-
loved objects of their first affections They boast that
they love this country with ardor than the native
to the land itself! Peposterous and far-fetched by-
Pocrisy They may love the land that feeds them,
but they cannot forget the bosom that gave them their
first maternal nourishment. The heart rises up in op
position to the idea, and it is all matter in which
the heart is concerned, the repugnance of nature OBJ
ains the victory, and the affections go back on the long
voyage to the dear "Old Country"


The brogue never leaves the tongue of the Irshman
the accent never departs from the Frenchman and
the real Duchman will forever make you smile with
his curious bur Of the English idiom and the York
shlreman, dreaming Of his native land murmurs in his
sleep the beloved word of some-the h. he never can
pronounce If from the ''oy'' tongue the forms and
sounds Of diom be erased can the heart and the
intellect give up more readily their more permanent
Impressions? No! 1t is against nature.


tsIhe shivering tenant Of the frozen zone


Boldly proclaims the happiest spot his own"