The Emperor has appointed a number of officials to burn incense in order, to pro-plats Tien Lao-yeh into sending us rain, wut still the sky remains cloudless and the rain enmeth nol. The wheat crop is ruined and the sprouting Zaoliang also is getting yellow and sickly-looking. Oh! that some syndicate would yet a contract to macadam mise Peking streets! Laundry bills are something frightful, owing to the munerous changes required to keep one at all decent, after only a few moments on these foot-deep-dusty thoroughfares. Cycling is next to impossible, ¢: is ug, and pony riding is you pity us? Thermometers are flirting in the nineties. Ninety-five in the shade yesterday at 2 p.m. Blessed are those who have gone to Peitaiho:
29th Ma (rom oun OWN connesroxvEST.)
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.