Cit. "Speak, speak." I Cit. "You are all resolved rather to die than to famish?" Cit. "Resolved, resolved." I Cit. "First you know, Caius Marcus is chief enemy to the people." Cit. "We know't, we know't." I Cit. "Let's kill him, and we'll have corn at our price. Is't a verdict?" -Coriolanus. The most inveterate Manhattanese, if he be anything of a man of the world, must confess that New York is, after all, but a rag-fair sort of a place, so far as the eye is concerned. I was particularly struck with this fact, even at that hour, as we went stumbling along over an atrociously bad sidewalk, my eyes never at rest, as any one can imagine, after five years of absence. I could not help noting the incongruities; the dwellings of marble in close proximity with miserable, low constructions

