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John McPherson, and my mother is Lady Jane McPherson,' he replied, in a
tone intended to annihilate me wholly.
"But I stood my ground, and said:
"'Oh, you are Neil McPherson, are you? and your father is an honorable,
and your mother a lady? Well, I am Grey Jerrold, of Boston, and my
father is an honorable, and my mother is a lady, too!"
"'Now, reely, you make me larf,' he cried. 'Your father may be an
honorable--I believe you have such things--but your mother is not a
lady; there are no ladies in America--born ladies, such as we have in
the United Kingdom. And pray what have you Yankees done, except to make
money, that you should all be so infernally proud of your country and
that rag?' pointing to the flag.
"By this time my blood was up, and I squared up to him, saying:
"'What have we done? We have whipped Johnny Bull just as I am going to
thrash you under that very flag which you were pleased to designate a
rag.'
"He saw I meant business, and bucked off, saying:
"'Oh, but you carn't.


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