United in one purpose, true as steel, Unfinching in the face of hundred ills, Steadfast ye bore the brunt to save the realm, And died to right your country's fatal step.
By arduous study winning place and power, Shrewdly ye saw the perils of the time Like gallant bark ye braved the billows fierce, With prow straight set against the roaring flood.
Thrice did ye warn the Throne with tears of blood, Then, when deaf ears were turned to you, ye died, And dying, left. us bitter grief to know our lofty: purpose proved a pitfall ce Once did your talents find a worthy task, Gaining a name that ever shall be bright; A fitting death now crowns a noble life Whose patriotism never shall be forgot.
Yes, future years will vindicate your fame,—The people's pattern of fidelity,—As lasting as yon far-famed mountain range, ceaseless as the currents of yon lake!
The tall grass weeps, the mourners come to bend Around your tomb. Though but a brief space gone, Your memory shall last a thousand years, One simple cup of wine we offer now, Remembering the smiles of bygone days Your glory's gone to mingle with the stars, While we, alas! grope on mid storm and rain It is an undoubted indication of the diminished regard for the Government in the provinces, that the gentry and officials of Hangchow, in a province where the Governor has been more than suspected of antiforeign proclivities, should have dared to honour thus publicly two men whom the Empress Dowager branded traitors and criminals. It is evident that the Court by its ignominious flight from Peking has seriously impaired its own authority, and as at present no other unifying influence has taken its place, a breakup of China is coming nearer.
The letter from our Hanyang correspondent which will be found in Referring to the Western Hills and Lake at Hangchow.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.