The villain, whose nose is painted white, vanquished by triumphant virtue, dies a gory death; he remains dead just long enough to satisfy you that he _is_ dead, and then gets up and serenely walks to the side.

There is laughter at sallies of indecency, and the spectators grunt their applause.

The Chinaman is rarely carried away by his feelings at the theatre; indeed, it may be questioned if strong emotion is ever aroused in his breast, except by the first addresses of the junior members of the China Inland Mission, the thrilling effect of whose Chinese exhortations is recorded every month in _China's Millions_.
The Manager of the telegraph, to show his good feeling, presented me with a stale tin of condensed milk.

His second clerk and operator was the most covetous man I met in China.

He begged in turn for nearly every article I possessed, beginning with my waterproof, which I did not give him, and ending with the empty milk tin, which I did, for "Give to him that asketh," said Buddha, "even though it be but a little." The chief operator in charge of the telegraph offices speaks a little English, and is the medium by which English messages and letters are translated into Chinese for the information of the officials.