A poetically inspired Chine whom I met the other day lurking by the north moat of the Forbil den City dolefully drew a poral! between the fall of the leaves fron the trees about Carl Hill and b fate of the Imperial Family within the Forbidden City 7 "Ab," he moaned, the politico frosts are also stripping the Manchus of their majestic foliage: ant soon their limbs will be bare—so! there will be no more spring for them. Their autumn has come, and their winter is now surely
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