ON BOTH SIDES OF THE ATLANTIC
In the course of twelve years the Shuttle had woven steadily and--its movements lubricated by time and custom--with increasing rapidity.Threads of commerce it caught up and shot to and fro, with threads of literature and art, threads of life drawn from one shore to the other and back again, until they were bound in the fabric of its weaving.Coldness there had been between both lands, broad divergence of taste and thought, argument across seas, sometimes resentment, but the web in Fate's hands broadened and strengthened and held fast.Coldness faintly warmed despite itself, taste and thought drawn into nearer contact, reflecting upon their divergences, grew into tolerance and the knowledge that the diverging, seen more clearly, was not so broad; argument coming within speaking distance reasoned itself to logical and practical conclusions.
Problems which had stirred anger began to find solutions.
Books, in the first place, did perhaps more than all else.
Cheap, pirated editions of English works, much quarrelled over by authors and publishers, being scattered over the land, brought before American eyes soft, home-like pictures of places which were, after all was said and done, the homes of those who read of them, at least in the sense of having been the birthplaces of fathers or grandfathers.Some subtle, far-reaching power of nature caused a stirring of the blood, a vague, unexpressed yearning and lingering over pages which depicted sweet, green lanes, broad acres rich with centuries of nourishment and care;grey church towers, red roofs, and village children playing before cottage doors.None of these things were new to those who pondered over them, kinsmen had dwelt on memories of them in their fireside talk, and their children had seen them in fancy and in dreams.Old grievances having had time to fade away and take on less poignant colour, the stirring of the blood stirred also imaginations, and wakened something akin to homesickness, though no man called the feeling by its name.And this, perhaps, was the strongest cord the Shuttle wove and was the true meaning of its power.Being drawn by it, Americans in increasing numbers turned their faces towards the older land.Gradually it was discovered that it was the ******st affair in the world to drive down to the wharves and take a steamer which landed one, after a more or less interesting voyage, in Liverpool, or at some other convenient port.From there one went to London, or Paris, or Rome; in fact, whither-soever one's fancy guided, but first or last it always led the traveller to the treading of green, velvet English turf.And once standing on such velvet, both men and women, looking about them, felt, despite themselves, the strange old thrill which some of them half resented and some warmly loved.
In the course of twelve years, a length of time which will transform a little girl wearing a short frock into a young woman wearing a long one, the pace of life and the ordering of society may become so altered as to appear amazing when one finds time to reflect on the subject.But one does not often find time.Changes occur so gradually that one scarcely observes them, or so swiftly that they take the form of a kind of amazed shock which one gets over as quickly as one experiences it and realises that its cause is already a fixed fact.
In the United States of America, which have not yet acquired the serene sense of conservative self-satisfaction and repose which centuries of age may bestow, the spirit of life itself is the aspiration for change.Ambition itself only means the insistence on change.Each day is to be better than yesterday fuller of plans, of briskness, of initiative.Each to-day demands of to-morrow new men, new minds, new work.A to-day which has not launched new ships, explored new countries, constructed new buildings, added stories to old ones, may consider itself a failure, unworthy even of being consigned to the limbo of respectable yesterdays.Such a country lives by leaps and bounds, and the ten years which followed the marriage of Reuben Vanderpoel's eldest daughter made many such bounds and leaps.They were years which initiated and established international social relations in a manner which caused them to incorporate themselves with the history of both countries.
As America discovered Europe, that continent discovered America.
American beauties began to appear in English drawing-rooms and Continental salons.They were presented at court and commented upon in the Row and the Bois.Their little transatlantic tricks of speech and their mots were repeated with gusto.It became understood that they were amusing and amazing.Americans "came in" as the heroes and heroines of novels and stories.Punch delighted in them vastly.Shop-keepers and hotel proprietors stocked, furnished, and provisioned for them.They spent money enormously and were singularly indifferent (at the outset) under imposition.They "came over" in a manner as epoch-******, though less war-like than that of William the Conqueror.
