17th Feb, Ix days not so very far back there was one surprise constantly reserved for the Shanghailander going home for the first time. After the first time it censed to excite surprise, Being a pradeut man our Shanghailander would keep at the bottom of his portmanteau one clean shirt for even-trialities. Like the coin that was given him as a child which he was never to spend but was to carefully guard so that he might always have some money in his pocket, he never put on this shirt, even on the morning of the day he was to land; and when he finally took it out of his portmanteau, on arriving at his destination, he was surprised to find that it was quite brown, though it had seemed to him n beautiful glossy white when he packed it up in Shanghai, If his inquisitive young sister asked him about it, he said: "Oh! it must be the muddy river water they wash in at Shanghai." Little did he or the
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