A jewel set in mud, a coolie vested in silks—either of these would fitly symbotise a Chinese religious procession. Such procession, say, 4s was seen on Friday, on the Bubbling 'Well Road, by thousands of Chinese and not a few foreigners, a crowd that filled the side-walk, overflowed on to the road, and, with as many on the other side, left " lane none too wide for the long' passage of the sights they looked on. "It was the procession of the Ta Wang Miao—an honour and a kings. For one Hour it passed, a long propitiatory offering to the Four Drxgou array of tawdry splendour, of magnificence in tatters, As a sight its only value was its unwontedness, and this to a limited extent. There was the usual Danner and tablet bearing element, the customary incense burning, the invariable Aragon, and details such as we are familiar with to the point of positive lack of interest.
Still some of the items of the procession Geserve more than a passing mention. Notubly, there were fat men. "The cult of the Dragon Kings, it seems, when zealously pursued, is fruitful of good things, and brings abundance of high living. Therefore do faithful worshippers wax fat, and enjoy the best goods of life. Certain fat wen walked with the procession, by way, it
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