Great was the delight of the Chinese on Sunday morning when the fall of snow indicated to them a promise of a good year ahead. Of course, those warmly clad could watch its coming with perfect unconcern, but whether it will bring good luck or not, the ricsha coolie and his like stood clemmed with cold and damp withal, like Dick the shepherd blowing his nail and with noses like Marion's—red and raw. Whatever the snow meant for the countryside at large in the Yuture, it entailed a very present discomfort for them at least. Yet even they were pleased to see the feathers floating down from where Mother Carey was plucking her chickens, and a smile, and possibly a joke helped to poss off their discomfort. They are really lovable people and though we occasionally curse them for their slowness" of wit we bear them no _ill-feeling. Indeed, to quote again from Shakespeare, there are many who like to think, so far as the riesha @oolie is concerned, that Here shall he see no enemy, but winter and rough weather." Meanwhile, as Wo write this the snow is lying ea the Bund, transforming it into quite a delightful picture.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.