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  quality; there is leaven; but not for so large a lump。  It may be that
  New York is going to be our literary centre; as London is the literary
  centre of England; by gathering into itself all our writing talent; but
  it has by no means done this yet。  What we can say is that more authors
  come here from the West and South than go elsewhere; but they often stay
  at home; and I fancy very wisely。  Mr。 Joel Chandler Harris stays at
  Atlanta; in Georgia; Mr。 James Whitcomb Riley stays at Indianapolis; Mr。
  Maurice Thompson spent his whole literary life; and General Lew。 Wallace
  still lives at Crawfordsville; Indiana; Mr。 Madison Cawein stays at
  Louisville; Kentucky; Miss Murfree stays at St。 Louis; Missouri; Francis
  R。 Stockton spent the greater part of the year at his place in West
  Virginia; and came only for the winter months to New York; Mr。 Edward
  Bellamy; until his failing health exiled him to the Far West; remained at
  Chicopee; Massachusetts; and I cannot think of one of these writers whom
  it would have advantaged in any literary wise to dwell in New York。  He
  would not have found greater incentive than at home; and in society he
  would not have found that literary tone which all society had; or wished
  to have; in Boston when Boston was a great town and not yet a big town。
  In fact; I doubt if anywhere in the world there was ever so much taste
  and feeling for literature as there was in that Boston。  At Edinburgh (as
  I imagine it) there was a large and distinguished literary class; and at
  Weimar there was a cultivated court circle; but in Boston there was not
  only such a group of authors as we shall hardly see here again for
  hundreds of years; but there was such regard for them and their calling;
  not only in good society; but among the extremely well…read people of the
  whole intelligent city; as hardly another community has shown。  New York;
  I am quite sure; never was such a centre; and I see no signs that it ever
  will be。  It does not influence the literature of the whole country as
  Boston once did through writers whom all the young writers wished to
  resemble; it does not give the law; and it does not inspire the love that
  literary Boston inspired。  There is no ideal that it represents。
  A glance at the map of the Union will show how very widely our smaller
  literary centres are scattered; and perhaps it will be useful in
  following me to other more populous literary centres。  Dropping southward
  from New York; now; we find ourselves in a literary centre of importance
  at Philadelphia; since that is the home of Mr。 J。 B。 McMasters; the
  historian of the American people; of Mr。 Owen Wister; whose fresh and
  vigorous work I have mentioned; and of Dr。 Weir Mitchell; a novelist of
  power long known to the better public; and now recognized by the larger
  in the immense success of his historical romance; Hugh Wynne。
  If I skip Baltimore; I may ignore a literary centre of great promise; but
  while I do not forget the excellent work of Johns Hopkins University in
  training men for the solider literature of the future; no Baltimore names
  to conjure with occur to me at the moment; and we must really get on to
  Washington。  This; till he became ambassador at the Court of St。 James;
  was the home of Mr。 John Hay; a poet whose biography of Lincoln must rank
  him with the historians; and whose public service as Secretary of State
  classes him high among statesmen。  He blotted out one literary centre at
  Cleveland; Ohio; when he removed to Washington; and Mr。 Thomas Nelson
  Page another at Richmond; Virginia; when he came to the national capital。
  Mr。 Paul Dunbar; the first negro poet to divine and utter his race;
  carried with him the literary centre of Dayton; Ohio; when he came to be
  an employee in the Congressional Library; and Mr。 Charles Warren
  Stoddard; in settling at Washington as Professor of Literature in the
  Catholic University; brought somewhat indirectly away with him the last
  traces of the old literary centre at San Francisco。
  A more recent literary centre in the Californian metropolis went to
  pieces when Mr。 Gelett Burgess came to New York and silenced the 'Lark';
  a bird of as new and rare a note as ever made itself heard in this air;
  but since he has returned to California; there is hope that the literary
  centre may form itself there again。  I do not know whether Mrs。 Charlotte
  Perkins Stetson wrecked a literary centre in leaving Los Angeles or not。
  I am sure only that she has enriched the literary centre of New York by
  the addition of a talent in sociological satire which would be
  extraordinary even if it were not altogether unrivalled among us。
  Could one say too much of the literary centre at Chicago?  I fancy; yes;
  or too much; at least; for the taste of the notable people who constitute
  it。  In Mr。 Henry B。 Fuller we have reason to hope; from what he has
  already done; an American novelist of such greatness that he may well
  leave being the great American novelist to any one who likes taking that
  role。  Mr。 Hamlin Garland is another writer of genuine and original gift
  who centres at Chicago; and Mrs。 Mary Catherwood has made her name well
  known in romantic fiction。  Miss Edith Wyatt is a talent; newly known; of
  the finest quality in minor fiction; Mr。 Robert Herrick; Mr。 Will Payne
  in their novels; and Mr。 George Ade and Mr。 Peter Dump in their satires
  form with those named a group not to be matched elsewhere in the country。
  It would be hard to match among our critical journals the 'Dial' of
  Chicago; and with a fair amount of publishing in a sort of books often as
  good within as they are uncommonly pretty without; Chicago has a claim to
  rank with our first literary centres。
  It is certainly to be reckoned not so very far below London; which; with
  Mr。 Henry James; Mr。 Harry Harland; and Mr。 Bret Harte; seems to me an
  American literary centre worthy to be named with contemporary Boston。
  Which is our chief literary centre; however; I am not; after all; ready
  to say。  When I remember Mr。 G。 W。 Cable; at Northampton; Massachusetts;
  I am shaken in all my preoccupations; when I think of Mark Twain; it
  seems to me that our greatest literary centre is just now at Riverdale…
  on…the…Hudson。
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