is about to begin. We saw this morning the distant banners of the procession which welcomed the Literary Chancellor and we heard the miniature thunder of the welcoming guns. The glory of a Chinese Hsia Yuen is something quite unique. It is convincing proof that the Chinese think literary mvion. It would be ing to know how much love of truth for truth's sake lies hidden behind the mass of formalism and sordid place-king which make up the bulk of literary aspiration here.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.