These same cavaliers of Samurai are now thankful to police the streets in spectacles necessitated by the too diligent study of German text, and arrest chance disturbers of the public peace for a miserably small salary per month.
Our youth has now reached the flowering season of life, that brief May time when the whole world takes on the rose-tint, and when by all dramatic laws he ought to fall in love.

He does nothing of the kind.
Sad to say, he is a stranger to the feeling.

Love, as we understand the word, is a thing unknown to the Far East; fortunately, indeed, for the possession there of the tender passion would be worse than useless.

Its indulgence would work no end of disturbance to the community at large, beside entailing much misery upon its individual victim.

Its exercise would probably be classed with kleptomania and other like excesses of purely personal consideration.