Your Oriental novel, let me be courageous enough to say, is a farce at its best.
Oh, just wait, my sweet Americans! A genuine one will soon be offered to you by Morning Glory.
I stepped out to the platform, and threw out “Madame Butterfly.”
Poor “Madame!”
I trust in the mountain lions of high Nevada to cherish her lovingly.
5th—
“Matsuba Sama, the following letter creeps ‘under your honourable table.’
“How is yourself?
“I imagine that the breeze fills your bower with the odour of ume flowers. I am definite in saying that the Japanese ume is of different origin from the California plum tree, which has no expression in divine fragrance as I am told. I see your indolent face in the air, awaiting poetical inspiration on your bamboo piazza where the ume petals are beautifully blotched.
“There are several months yet till we shall quarrel face-to-face over the superiority of English or Oriental literature.