China and the West

Stowe, Harriet Beecher. Uncle Tom's cabin ; or, Life among the lowly [ID D29963].
"But this treating servants as if they were exotic flowers, or china vases, is really ridiculous," said Marie.
The store-room, the linen-presses, the china-closet, the kitchen and cellar, that day, all went under an awful review.
…a Methodist hymn-book, a couple of soiled Madras handkerchiefs, some yarn and knitting-work, a paper of tobacco and a pipe, a few crackers, one or two gilded china-saucers with some pomade in them, one or two thin old shoes, a piece of flannel carefully pinned up enclosing some small white onions…
The wagon rolled up a weedy gravel walk, under a noble avenue of China trees…
It was a superb moonlight night, and the shadows of the graceful China trees lay minutely pencilled on the turf below, and there was that transparent stillness in the air which it seems almost unholy to disturb.
Two days after, a young man drove a light wagon up through the avenue of China trees, and, throwing the reins hastily on the horse's neck, sprang out and inquired for the owner of the place.
But this treating servants as if they were exotic flowers, or china vases, is really ridiculous," said Marie…