The river, from the top of the Golden Island, is exceedingly beautiful; and when Mr. Cushing comes back, we must get him to tell us all about it. Mr. Fletcher Webster has gone with Mr. Cushing, and, as he is a very pleasant, sociable gentleman, I think he will bring us some pretty good stories, too. Perhaps he and Mr. Cushing will dine with the emperor, who doesn’t use knives and forks, but takes up his food with two sticks, put between the thumb and fingers of the right hand. These are called chop-sticks. I hope Mr. Cushing and Mr. Webster will practise the chop-sticks before they dine with the emperor; for if they do not, I am afraid they will get a poor dinner, and make the emperor think that the Yankees are rather awkward! If, indeed, the dinner should consist of salted angle-worms, bird-nest soup, Japan leather, balls made of sharks’ fins, and figured pigeons’ eggs—all of which are esteemed great delicacies in China—perhaps the less they can take up with the chop-sticks, the better they will like it.
Our Correspondence.
A subscriber sends us the following pretty solution of the enigma in the November number of the Museum:—
When walking by the water’s edge,
We often find the modest sedge;
The lamp that guides our weary feet,
Without a wick, is incomplete:
But these, united, form the name
Of Sedgwick, worthy of her fame.
Several of our little friends have also sent us a correct solution of the same.