When you lift your glass to say “_prosit_”, “here’s how”, “_à bon
santé_”, or “here’s to you, old man”, with no national reservations,
and a feeling that all traveled men are brothers; and some fraternally
wider day possibly you will not shiver when John Celestial, Friend
Nippon, and Aryan Bengal are admitted to the delightful company
gathered under the whispering bamboos and floating sandal scent of the
Peak Club of Hongkong.
It is the same interesting story on ladies’ night at the Bund Club of
Canton; the Jockey Club of Shanghai; the Hankau Club; the Tientsin
Club; the delightful conversazioni at Sir Francis Aglen’s on Customs
Street, Peking, when the National Customs Band plays; the Gouverneur’s
“Palais” at Saigon and Hué; the International Club at Harbin;
Government House at Wei-Hai-Wei; or the consulate at Chifu. It whets
the imagination to be dancing within sight of the stacked rifles at
the front, and you reverse Tennyson and say in Locksley Hall: “Better
one night in Cathay than a cycle of Park Lane” (or Fifth Avenue)! You
recite the thrilling incidents, such as the ball which Wellington
attended on the eve before Waterloo, etc.! Certainly the foreigner in
recent years has never known when he would be called upon at Hongkong,
Canton, Hankau, Shanghai, Tientsin, Amoy, Macao, Fuchau, etc., to rush
out, in either his dress or his business suit, or possibly his night
pajamas, with his gun, to defend property, some kind of government,
and the white man’s rights and habits of trade and international
civilization. Not only white men have suffered and borne, but the
foreign heroines of diplomacy, missions and trade of Wuchang, Hankau,
Canton, Peking, Tientsin, Chingtu, Chungking, Amoy, Fuchau, etc., are
numbered in hundreds.
The foreigner in China enters upon his sporting and social enjoyment
keenly, because his sufferings from climate, alienation and danger
are also keen. Taking his life altogether, he deserves more than he
receives as a reward for his work, and he and his wife are unusually
interesting people to meet, as I know from three years’ life in their
honored midst.
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