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Archibald Mrs. Little. Intimate China: The Chinese as I Have Seen Them
Intimate China: The Chinese as I Have Seen Them
Table of Contents
AFFAIRS OF STATE
DRY STATEMENTS (TO BE CARRIED WITH THE READER, IF POSSIBLE.)
PRELUDE. FIRST IMPRESSIONS
I. Arriving in Shanghai
II. My First Tea-season
III. Inside a Chinese City
IV. Shanghai Public Gardens
V. In the Romantic East at Last!
CHAPTER I. ON THE UPPER YANGTSE
CHAPTER II. A LAND JOURNEY
CHAPTER III. LIFE IN A CHINESE CITY
CHAPTER IV. HINDRANCES AND ANNOYANCES
CHAPTER V. CURRENT COIN IN CHINA
CHAPTER VI. FOOTBINDING
CHAPTER VII. ANTI-FOOTBINDING
CHAPTER VIII. THE POSITION OF WOMEN
CHAPTER IX. BIRTHS, DEATHS, AND MARRIAGES
CHAPTER X. CHINESE MORALS
CHAPTER XI. SUPERSTITIONS
CHAPTER XII. OUR MISSIONARIES
CHAPTER XIII. UP-COUNTRY SHOPPING AND UP-COUNTRY WAYS
CHAPTER XIV. SOLDIERS
CHAPTER XV. CHINESE STUDENTS
CHAPTER XVI. A FATHER'S ADVICE TO HIS SON
CHAPTER XVII. BUDDHIST MONASTERIES
CHAPTER XVIII. A CHINESE ORDINATION
CHAPTER XIX. THE SACRED MOUNTAIN OF OMI
CHAPTER XX. CHINESE SENTIMENT
CHAPTER XXI. A SUMMER TRIP TO CHINESE TIBET.[2]
CHAPTER XXII. ARTS AND INDUSTRIES
CHAPTER XXIII. A LITTLE PEKING PUG
AFFAIRS OF STATE. PRELUDE
Part I.—Getting to Peking
Part II.—The Sights of Peking
CHAPTER I. THE CHINESE EMPEROR'S MAGNIFICENCE
CHAPTER II. THE EMPRESS, THE EMPEROR, AND THE AUDIENCE
CHAPTER III. SOLIDARITY, CO-OPERATION, AND IMPERIAL FEDERATION
CHAPTER IV. BEGINNINGS OF REFORM
CHAPTER V. THE COUP D'ÉTAT
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Archibald Mrs. Little
Published by Good Press, 2021
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By Mrs. Archibald Little.
There sit two Chinamen, with dark-purple silk outer jackets and long, glowing blue undergowns. They sit on each side of a little square black table, with their long pipes; behind them the sun slants across the latticed paper window, a branch of Virginia creeper, already yellow, pushing in through it. It needs not the addition of the cream-coloured pot with its chrysanthemums planted well to the front of it, as they all are, and on the usual slant. Without that bit of autumn colouring behind them, there is already an autumn picture,—men past their prime soothing the evening of their day in life with the pipe, all nature attuned with its vivid fast-fleeting sunshine and its orange-yellow leaves. In another pavilion sits one of those gorgeous creatures who always recall the braveries of Sir Walter Scott's descriptions, but who are hardly now to be seen out of China: his big loose jacket, of brocaded golden satin, stiff and shimmering: his long gown, only less brilliant, of violet satin. A gnarled and knotted root served there as stand for a flower-pot, artificial streamlets meandering round the pavilion. In the pavement was a stork in white, all formed of little broken bits of tile. The lights and shades were so entrancing, it was difficult to think of ever doing anything in these picturesque retreats, which immediately suggest the Chinaman's ideal—elegant leisure—and furnish most pleasant places to sit and meditate, as one might say, but in reality probably idly to watch the sunlight glorify this tint and soften that.
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