Who does not know them, the step-children of destiny? Has the earth still corner left, I wonder, so remote, 80 sequestered, xs to be unt h these mournful by-products of on i Phey wre the unfit; the w: in life's battle; dead-beats, speech of auc American cousins; poor broken and battered hulks, that will never face the buffeting of another storm, and lie stranded high and dry upon the beach of failure, Wore the type missing in Chinese outports it would be " wonder indeed; all the more, ws uuwhere else under the sun softer couch strewn for such as these. Here, though golden harvests be reaped no longer, yet life iv ensy, aa it has always been; und ourselves the naked ferocity of the struggle with a hundred pleasant voile we hide from
for existence. Many a poor devil who in Europe or America would have long since been trampled into the mud and forgotten, may here nurse out the remnant of hit in pesos and comfort. So many luxury are cheap! He can atill keep his surat (Inever knew the foreigner in Chins so poor as to be without one), He may take his gun, if he pleases, over as many square miles as nny peer in B.itsin, His cocktail and cigar will not fail; nor yet nightly rubber; nor a sent at prosperous dinner-tables, so long as there remai to him " shred of respectabil while it must be owned that f are; ueither frequent wor close in the far East, yet men are very loyal to the claims of old comradeship. The club, moreover, is a grand resource; 8 domain which he
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