Nathaniel Hawthorne,
Our Old Home: A Series of English Sketches
“ I felt, indeed, like the stalwart progenitor in person, returning to the hereditary haunts after more than two hundred years, and finding the church, the hall, the farm-house, the cottage, hardly changed during his long absence,—the same shady by-paths and hedge-lanes, the same veiled sky, and green lustre of the lawns and fields,—while his own affinities for these things, a little obscured by disuse, were reviving at every step. An American is not very apt to love the English people, as a whole, on whatever length of acquaintance. ”
