LETTER VII

Concerning warfare, both as waged by ourselves and by a

nation devoid of true civilisation. The aged man and the

meeting and the parting of our ways. The instance of the one

who expressed emotion by leaping.

Venerated Sire,--You are omniscient, but I cannot regard the fear which

you express in your beautifully-written letter, bearing the sign of the

eleventh day of the seventh moon, as anything more than the imaginings

prompted by a too-lavish supper of your favourite shark’s fin and peanut

oil. Unless the dexterously-elusive attributes of the genial-spoken

persons high in office at Pekin have deteriorated contemptibly

since this one’s departure, it is quite impossible for our great

and enlightened Empire to be drawn into a conflict with the northern

barbarians whom you indicate, against our will. When the matter becomes

urgent, doubtless a prince of the Imperial line will loyally suffer

himself to Pass Above, and during the period of ceremonial mourning

for so pure and exalted an official it would indeed be an unseemly

desecration to engage in any public business. If this failed, and an

ultimatum were pressed with truly savage contempt for all that is sacred

and refined, it might be well next to consider the health even of the

sublime Emperor himself (or, perhaps better, that of the select and

ever-present Dowager Empress); but should the barbarians still advance,

and, setting the usages of civilised warfare at defiance, threaten an

engagement in the midst of this unparalleled calamity, there will be no

alternative but to have a formidable rebellion in the Capital. All

the barbarian powers will then assemble as usual, and in the general

involvement none dare move alone, and everything will have to be

regarded as being put back to where it was before. It is well said, “The

broken vessel can never be made whole, but it may be delicately arranged

so that another shall displace it.”

These barbarians, less resourceful in device, have only recently emerged

from a conflict into which they do not hesitate to admit they were drawn

despite their protests. Such incompetence is characteristic of their

methods throughout. Not in any way disguising their purpose, they

at once sent out an army of those whom could be the readiest seized,

certainly furnishing them with weapons, charms to use in case of

emergency, and three-coloured standards (their adversaries adopting

a white banner to symbolise the conciliation of their attitude, and

displaying both freely in every extremity), but utterly neglecting to

teach them the arts of painting their bodies with awe-inspiring forms,

of imitating the cries of wild animals as they attacked, of clashing

their weapons together with menacing vigour, or any of the recognised

artifices by which terror may be struck into the ranks of an awaiting

foeman. The result was that which the prudent must have foreseen. The

more accomplished enemy, without exposing themselves to any unnecessary

inconvenience, gained many advantages by their intrepid power of

dissimulation--arranging their garments and positions in such a way that

they had the appearance of attacking when in reality they were effecting

a prudent retreat; rapidly concealing themselves among the earth on the

approach of an overwhelming force; becoming openly possessed with the

prophetic vision of an assured final victory whenever it could be no

longer concealed that matters were becoming very desperate indeed; and

gaining an effective respite when all other ways of extrication were

barred against them by the stratagem of feigning that they were other

than those whom they had at first appeared to be.

In the meantime the adventure was not progressing pleasantly for those

chiefly concerned at home. With the earliest tidings of repulse it was

discovered that in the haste of embarkation the wrong persons had been

sent, all those who were really the fittest to command remaining behind,

and many of these did not hesitate to write to the printed papers,

resolutely admitting that they themselves were in every way better

qualified to bring the expedition to a successful end, at the same time

skilfully pointing out how the disasters which those in the field

had incurred could easily have been avoided by acting in a precisely

contrary manner.

In the emergency the most far-seeing recommended a more unbending policy

of extermination. Among these, one in particular, a statesman bearing

an illustrious name of two-edged import, distinguished himself by the

liberal broad-mindedness of his opinions, and for the time he even did

not flinch from making himself excessively unpopular by the wide

and sweeping variety of his censure. “We are confessedly a barbarian

nation,” fearlessly declared this unprejudiced person (who, although

entitled by hereditary right to carry a banner on the field of battle,

with patriotic self-effacement preferred to remain at home and encourage

those who were fighting by pointing out their inadequacy to the task and

the extreme unlikelihood of their ever accomplishing it), “and in order

to achieve our purpose speedily it is necessary to resort to the methods

of barbarism.” The most effective measure, as he proceeded to explain

with well-thought-out detail, would be to capture all those least

capable of resistance, concentrate them into a given camp, and then

at an agreed signal reduce the entire assembly to what he termed, in

a passage of high-minded eloquence, “a smoking hecatomb of women and

children.”

His advice was pointed with a crafty insight, for not only would such a

course have brought the stubborn enemy to a realisation of the weakness

of their position and thus paved the way to a dignified peace, but by

the act itself few would have been left to hand down the tradition of

a relentless antagonism. Yet with incredible obtuseness his advice was

ignored and he himself was referred to at the time by those who regarded

the matter from a different angle, with a scarcely-veiled dislike, which

towards many of his followers took the form of building materials and

other dissentient messages whenever they attempted to raise their voices

publicly. As an inevitable result the conquest of the country took

years, where it would have been moons had the more truly humane policy

been adopted, commerce and the arts languished, and in the end so little

spoil was taken that it was more common to meet six mendicants wearing

the honourable embellishment of the campaign than to see one captured

slave maiden offered for sale in the market places--indeed, even to this

day the deficiency is clearly admitted and openly referred to as The

Great “Domestic” Problem.

At various times during my residence here I have been filled with a

most acute gratification when the words of those around have seemed to

indicate that they recognised the undoubted superiority of the laws and

institutions of our enlightened country. Sometimes, it is true, upon a

more detailed investigation of the incident, it has presently appeared

that either I had misunderstood the exact nature of their sentiments

or they had slow-wittedly failed to grasp the precise operation of the

enactment I had described; but these exceptions are clearly the outcome

of their superficial training, and do not affect the fact my feeble and

frequently even eccentric arguments are at length certainly moving the

more intelligent into an admission of what constitutes true justice

and refinement. It is not to be denied that here and there exists a

prejudice against our customs even in the minds of the studious; but as

this is invariably the shadow of misconception, it has frequently been

my sympathetic privilege to promote harmony by means of the inexorable

logic of fact and reason. “But are not your officials uncompromisingly

opposed to the freedom of the Press?” said one who conversed with me on

the varying phases of the two countries, and knowing that in his eyes

this would constitute an unendurable offence, I at once appeased his

mind. “By no means,” I replied; “if anything, the exact contrary is

the case. As a matter of reality, of course, there is no Press now, the

all-seeing Board of Censors having wisely determined that it was not

stimulating to the public welfare; but if such an institution was

permitted to exist you may rest genially assured that nothing could

exceed the lenient toleration which all in office would extend towards

it.” A similar instance of malicious inaccuracy is widely spoken of

regarding our lesser ones. “Is it really a fact, Mr. Kong,” exclaimed a

maiden of magnanimous condescension, to this person recently, “that

we poor women are despised in your country, and that among the

working-classes female children are even systematically abandoned as

soon as they are born?” Suffering my features to express amusement at

this unending calumny, I indicated my violent contempt towards the one

who had first uttered it. “So far from despising them,” I continued,

with ingratiating gallantry, “we recognise that they are quite necessary

for the purposes of preparing our food, carrying weighty burdens,

and the like; and how grotesque an action would it be for poor but

affectionate parents to abandon one who in a few years’ time could be

sold at a really remunerative profit, this, indeed, being the principal

means of sustenance in many frugal families.”

On another occasion I had seated myself upon a wooden couch in one

of the open spaces about the outskirts of the city, when an aged man

chanced to pass by. Him I saluted with ceremonious politeness, on

account of his years and the venerable dignity of his beard. Thereupon

he approached near, and remarking affably that the afternoon was good

(though, to use no subtle evasion, it was very evil), he congenially sat

by my side and entered into familiar discourse.

“They say that in your part of the world we old grandfathers are

worshipped,” he said, after recounting to my ears all the most intimate

details of his existence from his youth upwards; “now, might that be

right?”

“Truly,” I replied. “It is the unchanging foundation of our system of

morality.”

“Ay, ay,” he admitted pleasantly. “We are a long way behind them

foreigners in everything. At the rate we’re going there won’t be any

trade nor work nor religion left in this country in another twenty

years. I often wish I had gone abroad when I was younger. And if I

had chanced upon your parts I should be worshipped, eh?” and at the

agreeable thought the aged man laughed in his throat with simple humour.

“Assuredly,” I replied; “--after you were dead.”

“Eh?” exclaimed the venerable person, checking the fountain of his mirth

abruptly at the word. “Dead! not before? Doesn’t--doesn’t that seem a

bit of a waste?”

“Such has been the observance from the time of unrecorded antiquity,” I

replied. “‘Obey parents, respect the old, loyally uphold the sovereign,

and worship ancestors.’”

“Well, well,” remarked the one beside me, “obedience and respect--that’s

something nowadays. And you make them do it?”

“Our laws are unflinching in their application,” I said. “No crime is

held to be more detestable than disrespect of those to whom we owe our

existence.”

“Quite right,” he agreed, “it’s a pleasure to hear it. It must be a

great country, yours; a country with a future, I should say. Now, about

that youngest lad of my son Henry’s--the one that drops pet lizards down

my neck, and threatened to put rat poison into his mother’s tea when she

wouldn’t take him to the Military Turneyment; what would they do to him

by your laws?”

“If the assertion were well sustained by competent witnesses,” I

replied, “it would probably be judged so execrable an offence, that

a new punishment would have to be contrived. Failing that, he would

certainly be wrapped round from head to foot in red-hot chains, and thus

exposed to public derision.”

“Ah, red-hot chains!” said the aged person, as though the words formed a

pleasurable taste upon his palate. “The young beggar! Well, he’d deserve

it.”

“Furthermore,” I continued, gratified at having found one who so

intelligently appreciated the deficiencies of his own country and the

unblemished perfection of ours, “his parents and immediate descendants,

if any should exist, would be submitted to a fate as inevitable but

slightly less contemptuous--slow compression, perchance; his parents

once removed (thus enclosing your venerable personality), and remoter

offsprings would be merely put to the sword without further ignominy,

and those of less kinship to about the fourth degree would doubtless

escape with branding and a reprimand.”

“Lordelpus!” exclaimed the patriarchal one, hastily leaping to the

extreme limit of the wooden couch, and grasping his staff into a

significant attitude of defence; “what’s that for?”

“Our system of justice is all-embracing,” I explained. “It is reasonably

held that in such a case either that there is an inherent strain of

criminality which must be eradicated at all hazard, or else that those

who are responsible for the virtuous instruction of the young have been

grossly neglectful of their duty. Whichever is the true cause, by this

unfailing method we reach the desired end, for, as our proverb aptly

says, ‘Do the wise pluck the weed and leave the roots to spread?’”

“It’s butchery, nothing short of Smithfield,” said the ancient person

definitely, rising and moving to a more remote distance as he spoke the

words, yet never for a moment relaxing the aggressive angle at which

he thrust out his staff before him. “You’re a bloodthirsty race in my

opinion, and when they get this door open in China that there’s so much

talk about, out you go through it, my lad, or old England will know

why.” With this narrow-minded imprecation on his lips he left me, not

even permitting me to continue expounding what would be the most likely

sentences meted out to the witnesses in the case, the dwellers of the

same street, and the members of the household with whom the youth in

question had contemplated forming an alliance.

Among the many contradictions which really almost seem purposely

arranged to entrap the unwary in this strangely under-side-up country,

is the fact that while the ennobled and those of high official rank are

courteous in their attitude and urbane--frequently even to the extent

of refusing money from those whom they have obliged, no matter how

privately pressed upon them--the low-caste and slavish are not only

deficient in obsequiousness, but are permitted to retort openly to those

who address them with fitting dignity. Here such a state of things

is too general to excite remark, but as instances are well called the

flowers of the tree of assertion, this person will set forth the manner

in which he was contumaciously opposed by an oblique-eyed outcast who

attended within the stall of one selling wrought gold, jewels, and

merchandise of the finer sort.

Being desirous of procuring a gift wherewith to propitiate a certain

maiden’s esteem, and seeing above a shop of varied attraction a

suspended sign emblematic of three times repeated gild abundance I drew

near, not doubting to find beneath so auspicious a token the fulfilment

of an honourable accommodation. Inside the window was displayed one

of the implements by which the various details of a garment are joined

together upon turning a wheel, hung about with an inscription setting

forth that it was esteemed at the price of two units of gold, nineteen

pieces of silver, and eleven and three-quarters of the brass cash of the

land, and judging that no more suitable object could be procured for the

purpose, I entered the shop, and desired the attending slave to submit

it to my closer scrutiny.

“Behold,” I exclaimed, when I had made a feint of setting the device

into motion (for it need not be concealed from you, O discreet one, that

I was really inadequate to the attempt, and, indeed, narrowly escaped

impaling myself upon its sudden and unexpected protrusions), “the

highly-burnished surface of your dexterously arranged window gave to

this engine a rich attractiveness which is altogether lacking at a

closer examination. Nevertheless, this person will not recede from a

perhaps too impulsive offer of one unit of gold, three pieces of silver,

and four and a half brass cash,” my object, of course, being that after

the mutual recrimination of disparagement and over-praise we should in

the length of an hour or two reach a becoming compromise in the middle

distance.

“Well,” responded the menial one, regarding me with an expression in

which he did not even attempt to subdue the baser emotions, “you HAVE

come a long way for nothing”; and he made a pretence of wishing to

replace the object.

“Yet,” I continued, “observe with calm impartiality how insidiously the

rust has assailed the outer polish of the lacquer; perceive here upon

the beneath part of wood the ineffaceable depression of a deeply-pointed

blow; note well the--”

“It was good enough for you to want me to muck up out of the window,

wasn’t it?” demanded the obstinate barbarian, becoming passionate in his

bearing rather than reluctantly, but with courteous grace, lessening the

price to a trifling degree, as we regard the proper way of carrying on

the enterprise.

“It is well said,” I admitted, hoping that he might yet learn wisdom

from my attitude of unruffled urbanity, though I feared that his angle

of negotiating was unconquerably opposed to mine, “but now its many

imperfections are revealed. The inelegance of its outline, the grossness

of the applied colours, the unlucky combination of numbers engraved upon

this plate, the--”

“Damme!” cried the utterly perverse rebel standing opposite, “why don’t

you keep on your Compound, you Yellow Peril? Who asked you to come into

my shop to blackguard the things? Come now, who did?”

“Assuredly it is your place of commerce,” I replied cheerfully,

preparing to bring forward an argument, which in our country never fails

to shake the most stubborn, “yet bend your eyes to the fact that at no

great distance away there stands another and a more alluring stall of

merchandise where--”

“Go to it then!” screamed the abandoned outcast, leaping over his

counter and shouting aloud in a frenzy of uncontrollable rage. “Clear

out, or I’ll bend my feet--” but concluding at this point that some

private calumny from which he was doubtless suffering was disturbing

his mind to so great an extent that there was little likelihood of

our bringing the transaction to a profitable end, I left the shop

immediately but with befitting dignity.

With a fell-founded assurance that you will now be acquiring a really

precise and bird’s-eye-like insight into practically all phases of this

country.

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