hand, the virtues of both are the result of moral cultivation resting
on authorities which are not recognised by either. Therefore the
tendency is to waive all moral obligations as resting on controverted
grounds. Whatever may be the cause, the result is obvious--the
Westernised Oriental, unless a Christian, is as a rule only one shade
better than the Orientalised Western.
While the careless thinker hopes generally that good will come out of
the union of the two, he is as a rule terrified lest there should be
any tendency to mingle Western with Eastern thought in any one of whom
he is fond. A leading man at Tientsin, extolling the healthy climate
of the place, related how he had kept his children there ever since
they were born. His friend from home, ignorant of life in a Chinese
port, said in an appreciative way, "How nice it must be for your
children to be able to speak Chinese; I suppose you encourage them to
learn it?" The dweller in China turned on him in anger and said,
"Thank God, my children do not know one word of Chinese; I would send
them home to-morrow if I caught them learning a single sentence." This
enthusiasm for ignorance of the language of a great nation is
extraordinarily difficult to understand until the danger of the mixture
of Eastern and Western thought {39} is realised. Experience has taught
those who have lived in China that it is only a few that can come
unscathed through the terrible trial of having to live in two moral
atmospheres.
One of the most striking books that has ever been written is
"Indiscreet Letters from Peking." The book is marvellous in the power
it has of bringing before the eyes of its reader those awful scenes
during the siege of Peking, but it is far more wonderful in the
character that it imputes to the hypothetical narrator--a character
typical of a man who is equally at home in England and in China; and in
that character is portrayed a true but curiously unpleasant picture of
the characteristics of both races. The narrator has the courage of a
lion; he is absolutely without any sense of honour. He fires at an
adversary under the flag of truce. He misuses a Manchu woman who in
the horrors of the sack throws herself on his mercy. He connives at
the breaking of a solemnly pledged word of honour by a soldier. The
character is not overdrawn; characters such as these are common in a
mixed world, and it is natural that English people should fear that
their children should grow up so unutterably vile. But if the
Englishman fears for his child, ought he to ignore the welfare of the
country in which he lives, and can we pass over this whole problem as
something that does not concern us; for what he fears for his child
will happen to the whole Chinese nation.
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