ated between the many qualities of cloth, cotton, silk, porcelain, etc., etc.
Messrs. Butterfield and Swire are the shipping agents out here and seem to do an extensive business. The late Mr. John Swire left a legacy of a guinea for every Blue Funnel captain on completing a voyage. The company has a very strict rule against any officer receiving presents from agents and shippers, but this guinea is always handed over to the captains on their return. It seems to have been an old custom among seamen to receive the price of a new hat when a voyage was over, and this Swire legacy may have been suggested by it.
At 5.30 p.m. we had passed the Goto Islands, the most westerly part of Japan. The Shiro-se lighthouse is beaming upon us from its lonely rockathe very last sentry of the Mikado's realm, and the crescent moon smiles as the good ship plunges into the heavy billows of the Eastern Sea and battles with the piercing wind. As I see the last of this charming land I feel like adapting Childe Harold's farewell to the Rhine:
Adieu to thee again! a vain adieu!
There can be no farewell to scenes like thine;
The mind is coloured by thy every hue;
And if reluctantly the eyes resign
Their cherished gaze upon thee, O Nippon !
'Tis with the thankful glance of parting praise !
Yes, farewell Japan, with your islands and mountains, your forests and lakes, your waterfalls and cascades, your temples and shrines, your chrysanthe-Yes, farewell Japan, with your islands and mountains, your forests and lakes, your waterfalls and cascades, your temples and shrines, your chrysanthe-