In which our observant narrator reflects upon the peculiarities of the white man's attitudes toward the native peoples and labouring classes both abroad and at home, noting the incongruities of earnest convictions divorced from the practical realities of life and death. Amidst these musings, he recounts gentle seaside scenes and introduces a quaint tale told amid the London fog, illustrating the whimsical human spirit caught between earnestness and folly.