Ah! the natural perversity of inanimate
things

Contemptuous pity, both for my
suspicions and the cause of them

Dull hours spent in idle and diffuse
conversation

Efforts to arrange matters we succeed
often only in disarranging

Found nothing that answered to my
indefinable expectations

Habit turns into a makeshift of
attachment

I know not what lost home that I have
failed to find

Irritating laugh which is peculiar to
Japan

Japanese habit of expressing myself
with excessive politeness

Ordinary, trivial, every-day objects

Prayers swallowed like pills by
invalids at a distance

Seeking for a change which can no
longer be found

Trees, dwarfed by a Japanese process

When the inattentive spirits are not
listening

Which I should find amusing in any one
else,—any one I loved