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[1] The Yankee in England, by Gen. Humphries, (dedicated to Mr.
Gifford,) is a Connecticut-man. Mathews, Hackett and Hill, have
borrowed largely from it however in their general representation
of the New-Englander. Since this preface was written, two or
three capital stories have appeared in the newspapers and annuals
with a deal of pure Yankee in them; and Paulding, a New-Englander
to the back-bone, has brought forth two or three good
specimens of Yankee character, though the language is not Yankee,
or to speak more cautiously, not pure Yankee. And as for
the Yankee of Cooper, notwithstanding his great cleverness in
dramatic portraiture, they are dead failures, like every sample to
be found in the romances of Mr. Galt (whose early Scotch novels
are unequalled for truth, humor and originality) of Mr. Fearon,
of Mrs. Trollope and of Mrs. Captain B. Hall, who never by any
accident happen to give a specimen of true Yankee, nor hardly
ever a downright Americanism; the dialogues of all being evidently
made up from the disjointed materials of a common-place
book, put together by strangers.