His skin began to bronze as he worked in our garden each day.

Oft from the forrest wildings he did bring, / Whose sides empurpled were with smiling red […]

Had you but through a Cranny spy'd On House of Ease your future Bride.

From Hui-li-chou northwards I was escorted by real soldiers, quite of the new service. They looked rather shipshape in khaki suits and puttees, and their guns were of a good model, but they handled them in careless fashion at first, belabouring laden ponies and even coolies who were slow in getting out of the way of my chair.