esources--should take upon himself, in defiance of public opinion, of
the wishes of his patrons, of the interests of humanity, to stifle free
discussion and the fame of the Attic sages. These resolutions were
generally prefaced by a preamble setting forth that whereas the editor
of a magazine known, as _The Zuyderzee_, had done so and so, therefore
it was resolved, &c. In some cases, the societies resolved that they
would not pay their subscriptions for _The Zuyderzee_ (resolutions which
it is due to them to say they religiously stood by), and in others they
sent copies of the resolutions to the senior editor, who, however,
survived the several shocks.

We left Ashburner and his host talking about Plautus and agriculture.
The conversation lasted until they reached the river, and took their
seats in a plainly painted and rather ordinary kind of skiff. Ashburner
noticed it, and also remarked that instead of the picturesque boat-house
of an English gentleman, Karl used a small wharf at which sloops loaded
and unloaded their cargoes. Ashburner said something of this to Karl,
and Karl said something of ice in the spring, freshets in the fall, and
low water in the summer; but Harry Benson, as usual, put in his oar, and
explained the matter more fully, and no doubt more truly: "You see,
Ashburner," said he, "the fact is, we are not a sporting people; our
gentlemen rarely ride, and our ladies never walk. In England, every one
knows, or pretends to know, something of field sports, or riding, or
yachting, or something or other of that sort; and then, too, your
English girl thinks nothing of walking three or four miles; but it is
not so here. The reason is, partly, that our rich men are business men,
and our poor ones always engaged, and partly because our climate is so
different from yours. I think the climate is the most effective cause of
the two; you see the year begins (here at the north, I mean) with deep
snows; at the south they have rain and mud; then, when spring and mild
weather come, they last but a very little while, and we have the melting
red-hot sort of days that you've been through already. To be sure our
Indian-summer is the finest weather for exercise in the world, but then
it only lasts a little while, and after it come the fall rains. It can't
be denied, though," pursued Harry, after pausing a moment, "that we
might all exercise a great deal more than we do, if we really wanted to.
In Virginia, they ride and sho