The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1885-02-06
a EeEeign Figure I'm New KOrI's
Picture Gallery.

A EoEeIgn Figure I'm New KOrIE's
Picture Gallery.
The 41eathen Chimes has this peint in com.
mon with our Christian Feligion-that he
never changes. From the Chinese classic
poems 'Cthe She King of three thousand
gears ago you can, with slight changes, re-
produce the same leathern- winged, velvet
Footed Mongolian, whose frequent shadow
peoples Mott street from Chatham square to
the Church of the TRANSPORTATION.
The pig tail is modern emendation made
by the Manchus, but in their food, as in
most things else, the Chinaman Of to-day il
the Chinaman of the Chow dynasty.
To-day, as then, the Chinese drink no
milk. To-day, as then, fermented rice wine
e dear to the Celestial heart To-day, as
then, a stall fed dog is as highly priced by
the black-haired nation as by the Dakotahs
or Cornanches
Nothing that concerns Chinaman can be
without interest to an English esthete or
an American patriot. The former sees in
him the nearest human embodiment Of his
idol, the sunhower. The latter recognizes
In this child of the teeming East an enemy
pnors potent than George III. or Napoleon.
he knows that this tinid Mongolian has put
In hazard the principles Of universal equal.
fly and hospitality, which we once fondly
dreamed made our country the one asylum
ef oppressed humanity.
Yesterday called on my friend, Wong
Hop Sing, to ask him to lunch But Hop
Sing Is a character. who himself deserves
more than a passing word. Born in the
Same province as Confucius, he learned
English from missionary, was educated
In America, and returning to China, de-
voted himself to the study of politics. One
morning the Pel1in government learned
something of the mode in which he en-
plcyed his time, and five minutes later
company Of soldiers ran through Hop Sings
house from garrett, to cellar. like stream of
quicksilver He had, however, been fore
warned, and with his head still undetached,
was making bee line for San Francisco,
which was then the sanctuary, not the Lions
dan, Of the Monaghan.
On entering Hop Sings room, found him,
with book in his hand cracking watermelon
seeds, and CHANGING from time to time at
the photograph Of handsome woman, on
che table, near which stood a bronze tor
toiss, an animal almost infallible in Chinese
atvination.
SHOW do you do?" said Hop Sing, reach
ing out his hand, 'I thought that you had
found new friends and forgotten me-"
'sNo, no, my good fellow replied, 81
iaays too much respect for what one of your
poets has said:
IL, finding Che new, you forget the old,
Xoun end by being hungry and cold.'"
Hop Sing face frightened. 'You cannot
think, !" he said, show pleasant it is to find
81 fJry vhC
gslestial's love Of poetry. Without it one
is, indeed, Hike q man facing high
wall"
pointed with a smile to the girls picture
en- the table.
'T must admit, !" said Hop Sing, with some-
thing ike 8 blush, s'that you respect your
women moro than we. In our poetry we
compare a woman to dove, not because .
dove is affectionate, but because it is stupid
And as for clever women our poets show
them no mercy; one of them declares that:
"a. wise man builds up wall,
Bntgwise woman overthrows It.
Disorder does not come down from heaven,
But is the offspring of wise women"
'rMy daar fellow" said, ''the important
question is whether you feel peckish."
Up Jumped Hop Sing at the word, the
meaning of which his instinct OWNED.
ssYou see before you,' he cried, ''a crow
thst Is eager 70 light"
''Rsaven pr srvo the corn fields, for we
are a pair,nE id, and begged him to lead
mo co a Celestial banquet hall.
Hep Sing took me, post haste, to the well
Known house of Tom Lee in Mott street, and
ushered me upstairs. The room was full of
chatter .ng yellowfaces, who on our entrances
became as silent as q chorus of silent
crickets.
On my begging Hop Sing to order dinner,
he raped upon the table with his chop
sticks.
81 viii order for you," he said, ''the same
dinner which Heen-Foo gave Lord Han
three thousand years ago, when the barbar-
Gus Greeks knew no greater delicacies than
thighs of beeyes roasted on logs.
On this he chanted something to penum.
bral waiter, and soon the table was spread
With dishes Of roast turtle, sturgeon, bam-
boo shoots and other dainties, presided over
by bottle of rice wine.
The meal sped merrily till fancied-it
was only fancy-that saw crisp cock
roach La the neutral zone of our common
plate Of rice.
The fancy gave my appetite set back
that threatened to become serious, and
though Hop Sing assured me that there was
adoctor present who would cure me for a
small fee when 1 learned that his pre-
scription consisted of ginseng and black
2 spiders in equal parts, preferred dose of
fresh air. WILLIAM IVAsHBURN.
NEW York. Oct. %.
A serenade I'm Days OF Old.
Bob Burdette.]