(Note.—On the last night of the year, the Emperor offers a sacrifice in one of his family temples on the North of the Canal not far from the British Legation; and it is generally believed that this sacrifice is offered, in whole or in part, to the manes of a Chinese General, who nearly three centuries ago opposed the advance of the Tartars.)
You ask me to tell, why in yonder halls, The Lord of and Hills There at n the pavement ual rite fulfils, of our Manchu clan, renining the plains, for a worthy man honour wnfading rem:
One mornin brave Taiteu, Was beat in a terrible fight His arrows were spent, his spear broke in And safety lay only i ight.
The cloud of pursuers waxed thin and few, Aa through the thick jungle he sped—One warrior at last left alone And fleeter the fugitive fled.
All way-worn and Weary but not in despair, He sought in the jungle to hide Only hoping at best fora wild bexst's Mir, When x red cavern he spied.
My Indy he cried to an aged crone, Whom at the cave's entrance he found, Pray let me repose in your fortress of stone, And spread me a mat on the ground, Refreshment and shelter I will not withhold ye nothing to fear, said the dame, For [have " oon, who's x soldier bold In his need, I should wish him the same, Just then' the pursuer burst into the cave, The flash of his fulchion was seen, Bat thoughtful the life of her stranger to The matron quick rushed in between.
Spare the I fo of my guest and touch not a hair I received him for your sake alone For your sake, my mother, the stranger spare, But you've bartered the life of your son.
For you have I broken my chieftain's command My blood must atone for my guilt, So saying. the blade that he held in hi hand, He plunged in his heart, to the hilt.
One of the titles of the Emperor.
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