. William H. Seward's travels around the world. sonly occasionally heard, and there are no processions, groups, orcrowds. Light streams through the crevices of the dwellings, andoften the clink of the anvil and the sound of the hammer indicatethat the inhabitants have only withdrawn from the operations ofsale in which they were engaged during the day, to manufacturenew articles to sell to-morrow. Rarely, very rarely, one may hearthe mellow tones of a flute, but never in any part of the city doesthere arise the sound of debauch or revelry. A gentle rap by ourconductor brought to the postern the
. William H. Seward's travels around the world. sonly occasionally heard, and there are no processions, groups, orcrowds. Light streams through the crevices of the dwellings, andoften the clink of the anvil and the sound of the hammer indicatethat the inhabitants have only withdrawn from the operations ofsale in which they were engaged during the day, to manufacturenew articles to sell to-morrow. Rarely, very rarely, one may hearthe mellow tones of a flute, but never in any part of the city doesthere arise the sound of debauch or revelry. A gentle rap by ourconductor brought to the postern the keeper of each of the numer-ous gates through which we had to pass. A kind word assured us 252 JAPAN, CHINA, AND COCHIN CHINA. that he was prepared for our coming, and was interested for oursafety. Moving on so quietly in our chairs, we had fallen intothe dreamy state of contemplation ascribed to Buddha, when thelast of the city-gates, the gate of Everlasting Peace, lifted itshead and allowed us to pass under the door of hospitable C1ILNESE TOMBS.
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