SPECIMENS
OF
EPISTOLARY CORRESPONDENCE,
FROM A
Popular Chinese Collection.
To a Friend who has lately left Another.
"Half a month has already elapsed since we saw each other. The weeds and thorns in my heart, are growing rapidly. The odour of your illustrious virtue, yet, however, as my girdle and vest, hands about me.
As for me, I am rustic and destitute of ability. I learn with difficultly, the menial art of handling a whip.[1] I only
- ↑ To drive a carriage is, by the Chinese, enumerated amongst the arts.
