ABSTRACT
One fine evening of the southern winter—the 12th of June, 1872—we held a grand reception. This was the Muo Faré, the house-warming, the consecration of the home. We gave a great amurama—supper and tea. Our guests were many, and two Chinese had been engaged in honour of the event, skilled in concocting subtleties in pastry with ginger, and in constructing towering pieces of confectionery of fantastic aspect.
