I think so continuously concerning my cousin enjoying trouble from that cordial Great Britain that I am about to make hara-kiri by swallowing bottle of hospital-medicine; but I relieve my death more easily by making the following poetical thought which I mailed to the King of England who lives in London:
ADDRESS TO MR. EDWARD, EMPEROR OF THE BRITISH, WHO LIVES IN LONDON
America man he strike for pay,
Japanese work for a dollar a day.
We like all much work can do—
You like Jap boy work for you?
Yes, sir, thank you, I come now:
Plenty more Jap boy soon learn how.
O so sorry no can stay—
Yes, please, come again soon—good day!