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Ah! silly bird, thou knowest not 

 Their sails they soon -will turn, 

 The yellow hats and lace of gold 

 Go and leave us to mourn." 



At the same time, an officer named Ming-tuh showed me an ode which he had made on the 

 first morning of the year. It ran : 



" The bear begins his course again ; 



To me the world seems cold and vain. 



Tsing Hok's high aim my soul inspires ; 



But not in me are Woo-how's fires. 



With poet's pencil in my hand, 



And wine cup near me on the stand, 



I hear the willow rustliDg at my eaves, 



And watch the opening of its eye-like leaves." 



Another officer, named Yuk-foo Sank-kew-chung, also Drought me some lines on the spring. 

 They were : 



" Last night among the flowers I walked and sang, 

 This morn again my voice in green woods rang. 

 Beyond men's ken the way of God above ! 

 This greenery of spring well proves his love." 



This piece was composed in the hall of reception, and it seemed incumbent on me to produce 

 something of the same kind, so I took my pencil and wrote : 



O face of spring, that now revisitest 

 The earth, my soul is stirred by thee to song. 

 Though still the winter snow clothes all the hills, 

 The rural paths are bright with blushing flowers, 

 And on the mountain sides the firs shine green. 

 Amid the waves see how the sea gulls play, 

 And find their home upon th; ocean's breast. 

 Along the shore the smoke curls from the camps ; 

 The hovering mists close shroud the ships of war. 

 Here in this hall the east and west are met ; 

 There rise the towers of Japan's capitol. 

 Where shall I go to taste the inspiring cup? 

 I'll row my boat to yonder clump of trees. 



On the same day, Wan-che-choo, of Shan-pun, asked me to inscribe a fan for him, and pre- 

 sented to me the four following lines : 



" Say not our meeting here was all of chance ; 

 To you we owe the treaty and our peace. 

 From far the strangers came, their language strange, 

 'Twaa well we had your pencil and your tongue." 



I took the opportunity that day to take a long walk, and not far from the town came upon 

 an old temple dedicated to the dragon spirit. It was built of wood, and in the inside were 

 hung, in frames, a great many pictures. Near by was a brick manufactory. The bricks were 

 different from those we use in China — hard and large, and of an ashy color. Strolling on two 

 or three le, there were a good many dwellings of the common people, some covered with tiles, 

 and some thatched with straw. Most of them had pasted on the door Buddhistic charms, 

 written on strips of paper. The women, afraid of a foreigner, kept all out of sight. During 

 all the time we were at Yoku-hama, indeed, I saw only one woman. 



After some days, the business of the expedition at this port being concluded, the steamer left 

 Yoku-hama, and in one day reached Simoda, called in Chinese " Hea-teen," which would be in 



