The main story is diversified with 100 different anecdotes culled from the classics and charmingly related. Of- them all, we like the best the story of Po Ya and Tauch'i. The former was a, great official who, when returning }from the north down the Hen at length declared that they must swear eternal brotherhood. The Proper ceremonies were performed day a year later. He counted the hours till he might hurry back to the appointed spot, but, alas, there was no Tsu Ch'i—only the young man's aged father, who led Po Ya to the lad's grave and explained how, eager to make himself worthy of his adopted elder brother, he had literally killed himself with overstudy. So Po Ya took his harpsichord, played a last dirge over his brother's grave and then broke the instrument in many pieces, yowing never to play again. Then having arranged that Tzu-Ch'i's father and mother should be pro-their lives, Po Ya went back to mitted to rejoin his brother in the Space forbids dealing in detail fraction of the but they are all good. No doubt it will be said that Mr. Cornaby_ ideas now wholly passed away. But we do not think so. Surely beyond Soochow, to watch the sun man bringing in his boat, the small boy. driving home the water-buffalo, the smoke of evening meals ascending through the still air from farmsteads half hidden mong the trees, to feel that political passions' which s0 di and depress us are but a trans phase and that the heart of China remains the same that Mr. Cornaby. has so beautifully described in "A Necklace of Peachstones."
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