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This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 331 pages of information about Falling in Love.
very Autochthones in person turn out, on close inspection, to be vagabonds and wanderers and foreign colonists.  In short, man as a whole is not an indigenous animal at all in the British Isles.  Be he who he may, when we push his pedigree back to its prime original, we find him always arriving in the end by the Dover steamer or the Harwich packet.  Five years, in fact, are quite sufficient to give him a legal title to letters of naturalisation, unless indeed he be a German grand-duke, in which case he can always become an Englishman off-hand by Act of Parliament.

It is just the same with all the other animals and plants that now inhabit these isles of Britain.  If there be anything at all with a claim to be considered really indigenous, it is the Scotch ptarmigan and the Alpine hare, the northern holygrass and the mountain flowers of the Highland summits.  All the rest are sojourners and wayfarers, brought across as casuals, like the gipsies and the Oriental plane, at various times to the United Kingdom, some of them recently, some of them long ago, but not one of them (it seems), except the oyster, a true native.  The common brown rat, for instance, as everybody knows, came over, not, it is true, with William the Conqueror, but with the Hanoverian dynasty and King George I. of blessed memory.  The familiar cockroach, or ’black beetle,’ of our lower regions, is an Oriental importation of the last century.  The hum of the mosquito is now just beginning to be heard in the land, especially in some big London hotels.  The Colorado beetle is hourly expected by Cunard steamer.  The Canadian roadside erigeron is well established already in the remoter suburbs; the phylloxera battens on our hothouse vines; the American river-weed stops the navigation on our principal canals.  The Ganges and the Mississippi have long since flooded the tawny Thames, as Juvenal’s cynical friend declared the Syrian Orontes had flooded the Tiber.  And what has thus been going on slowly within the memory of the last few generations has been going on constantly from time immemorial, and peopling Britain in all its parts with its now existing fauna and flora.

But if all the plants and animals in our islands are thus ultimately imported, the question naturally arises, What was there in Great Britain and Ireland before any of their present inhabitants came to inherit them?  The answer is, succinctly, Nothing.  Or if this be a little too extreme, then let us imitate the modesty of Mr. Gilbert’s hero and modify the statement into Hardly anything.  In England, as in Northern Europe generally, modern history begins, not with the reign of Queen Elizabeth, but with the passing away of the Glacial Epoch.  During that great age of universal ice our Britain, from end to end, was covered at various times by sea and by glaciers; it resembled on the whole the cheerful aspect of Spitzbergen or Nova Zembla at the present day.  A few reindeer wandered now and then over its frozen shores; a scanty

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