has begun in earnest, and to alter the phraseology of the immortal, Will "now is the siammer of our discontent." The writer had occasion to travel recently and found the roads, if they can be dignified by that name, simply so many miles of pools, puddles, and mud of more or less stickiness. On his way hie passed a Chinese official of some rank, judging from his retinue, labouring through the aforesaid pools and puddles on his way from Chefoo to Shensi, a journey at this season of about two months, said to be on his way to assist in quelling the
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