A year in China : $b and a narrative of capture and imprisonment, when homeward bound, on board the rebel pirate FloridaWilliams, Martha Noyes
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A year in China : $b and a narrative of capture and imprisonment, when homeward bound, on board the rebel pirate Florida
Williams, Martha Noyes
Capture at sea -- Personal narratives; China -- Description and travel; Piracy -- Personal narratives
When about taking our leave, Mingqua informed us that his cousin,
living only a few doors from him, wished us to make a call at his
house. Being aware that the well-bred Chinese regard any breach of
etiquette as an unpardonable offence, and fearing that by making
so unceremonious a visit we might compromise ourselves in their
estimation, we hesitated. The gentlemen, however, learning from Mingqua
that his cousin,--who was a wealthy member of the Pun family, and
belonged to the class of Mandarins,--having been aware that we were
about to leave Canton, had already arranged the matter of etiquette in
such a way that it would be _comme il faut_ for us to go there at once,
we gladly assented. This Chinese gentleman had at one time filled the
office of Taou-tai, at the North, whence, after amassing a handsome
fortune, he returned to Canton, and built a splendid mansion on Howqua
Street, which is said to be the finest residence in the western suburbs.
A servant having been despatched to apprise the Taou-tai of our coming,
accompanied by Mingqua we were again in our chairs, and following
our _avant courier_. The spacious portal of the Taou-tai’s residence
opening on our approach, we were conveyed through a fine large porch,
into an inner court. Beautiful lanterns were hanging in the porch,
and the guardians of the household, in the shape of two brilliantly
ornamented images, stood one on each side of the door leading into the
court. Leaving our chairs, we were met at a door entrance, connecting
with one of the apartments of the house, by the Taou-tai himself,
who, without raising his eyes[30] towards me, bowed, and waving his
hand, without a word, and almost without volition, I moved on in the
direction indicated, to a door that opened apparently without aid
from any one, and which, as I passed through it, closed in the same
unaccountable manner. The spacious porch, the inner court, and the
apartment where the Taou-tai first received us, being in construction,
arrangement, and ornament very much superior to anything I had seen,
my surprise and admiration increased at every step until I reached the
rooms occupied by the ladies. But these Inner Apartments--as they are
termed--as far exceeded the rest of the house, in the superb brilliancy
and beauty of their adornments, as the finest china in Ushing’s shop,
in the elegance of its design and painting, surpasses the common and
cheap article which is sold at the little stands by the way-side.
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