Well, we have sailed through the resuscitating turbulence of the mystic spring, (tide Chinese) and seem likely to glide into the quiescent passivity of the languid summer, without even a riot, despite the frequent absence of a gunboat. We hear that this public dissipation is postponed till the autumn. Meanwhile, we notice that H. M.S. Redpole has returned; the Chinese have such respect for an English red pole, even when floating out in the river, that they will doubtless refrain from disturbance while it is there. (But red is the official colour, we remember.)
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