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William Hepworth Dixon, White Conquest: Volume 2, Chapter 23: Chinese labour. (search)
of beer, and top his surfeit with a whisky-smash. John will live and save where Pat must shrink and fall. The first Chinese who came over were labourers, and theirmovement of Irish labourers towards this Slope has ceased. In one or two hotels Pat is retained in the dining-room; but even in these hotels the laundries and kitchens are occupied by Hop Ki and Lee Sing. Tell me, Pat, have you any rows with these Chinese? I ask the servant in my room at the Grand Hotel. No, Captain, says Pat; would you have me demane meeself by jumping on a dirty thing in a pig-tail? But he lowers the rate of wages in the docks and yards? Bad luck to himthe bay-just there, by Hunter's Point. You don't say, live and let live, eh, Pat? Live! Why, Captain, he's a heathen Chinee; a real heathen Chinee! What busss has the loikes of him over here? Is not Chinay big enough for him? Come, Pat, haven't you come over from County Cork? That's thrue, Captain; but then th
William Hepworth Dixon, White Conquest: Volume 2, Chapter 32: sober by law. (search)
Chapter 32: sober by law. No bar, no drain-shop, no saloon defiles St. Johnsbury; nor is there, I am told, a single gaming-hell or house of ill-repute. So far as meets the eye this boast is true. Once, in my walks, I fancy there may be an opening in the armour of these Good Templars. Turning from the foreign street, where Jacques is somewhat careless of his fence, and Pat is tolerant of the cess-pool at his door, I read a notice calling on the passer-by to enter the sporting and smoking bazaar. Here, surely, there must lurk some spice of dissipation. Passing down the steps into this sporting and smoking bazaar, I see a large vault, running below Avenue House, and conjure up visions of Gothe's wine cellar in Leipzig, the Heiliger Geist in Mainz, and our own supper-rooms in Covent Garden; but on dropping down the steps of this smoking and sporting bazaar, I find myself in a big empty room; the floor clean, the walls bright, and a small kiosk in one corner for the sale of ci
William Hepworth Dixon, White Conquest: Volume 2, Chapter 33: illiteracy in America. (search)
and write. I have never seen a male Chinese who could not read, and very few who could not write — in their own tongue. Out of sixty-three thousand Chinese reported in the census, six thousand are returned as illiterate, but in many towns, probably in most towns, illiteracy was taken by the census marshals to mean inability to read and write English--a rule under which Victor Hugo and Father Secchi would be classed as illiterate. Of course the poorer class of Irish help to swell the list. Pat is the bad lot of American statists; for with all his mirth and fire-his poetry, his sentiment, and his humour-he has few of the mechanical advantages of education. He can only make his mark, and swell the black list of the marshal's returns. Yet a vast majority of the illiterates in the census are American-born. Out of the five million six hundred thousand persons in the Republic who cannot read and write only three quarters of a million are of foreign birth. Of course, again, the