America is fast absorbing Europe's chief charms. We have married her lords, mobbed her Mafia and strung up her Anarchists, and now we have Jack the Ripper. He is a valued acquisition. There is much monotony in the way the Italian swings his stiletto, and the gentlemen of the red flag are stupid when they are not making speeches, but this artistic butcher from Whitechapel is full of novelty as he is deviltry, and, speaking for Inspector Byrnes of New York, we would be only too happy to grab his hand, even if it was for but a moment. It would not take long then to adjust all differences and the handcuffs.
