A Glimpse Of China. Over The Samovar. {69A}

(Foo-chow.)


"Yes, I used always to think
    That you Russians knew
How to make the good drink
    As none others do.

"And I thought moreover,
    (Not with the epicures),
You might search the world over
    For such women as yours.

"In both these matters now
    I perceive I was right,
And I really can't tell you how
    Much I delight

"In my third (Thanks, another cup!)
    Idea of the fun,
When your country gets up
    And follows the sun!

"And just as in Europe, see,
    There's a conqueror nation,
So why not in Asia be
    A like jubilation?

"Taught as well as organized, {69b}
    The eternal Coolie,
From being robbed and despised,
    Takes to cutting throats duly!

"But - please, don't be flurried;
    For I daresay by then
You'll be comfortably buried,
    Ladies and gentlemen!

"No more, thanks! I must be going!
    I'm so glad to have made this
Opportunity of knowing
    Some more Russian ladies!"

Francis William Lauderdale Adams

Francis William Lauderdale Adams (27 September 1862 – 4 September 1893) was an English writer, poet, dramatist, and social reformer. His literary work often reflected his radical socialist views. Adams lived a life marred by poverty and struggles with his health, eventually committing suicide at the age of 30. Despite his brief life, his contributions to literature and social thought remain significant.

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