Except his own immortal poem and a few suggestions of the
art and architecture of his time, there is nothing on this
continent that Homer, resurrected and transported here, would
recognize as belonging to the world in which he lived. The
steamships, railways, telegraphs, telephones, electric motors,
printing-machines, factories, and, indeed, all that we use, all
that we enjoy, on land or sea, in peace or war, in our homes, in
our places of business, on our farms, in our mines, or wherever
we toil or rest--all, all is new, all belongs to the new world.
The inventions of recent years have so changed the world that
the man of thirty is older than Methuselah--older in that he
has seen more, experienced more than the oldest of all the
ancients.--_Inventive Age._
(2076)