There's a lake in a lonely valley, where the hills and the meadows meets In the Spriigtime: here is a garden, and the eir is soft and sweet With the scent of @ thousand blossoms, and the water, clear. and deep, hushed by the whispering Leeches and seems almost to sleep, Save where, in the blackthorn bushes, there gurgles a baby stream, A tawny child of the moorlands, that prattles @ hazy dree OF gorse,'and of open spaces where the hawks ached high in the plud, murmurs of mountain faeries, and lwbLles as babies do!
Here, they, wux the home of a monster, COck shure Cis as hi As-old and ax wite five pounds, or it might be more, Mickey, the keeper, swore), up to the tricks of the trade, With on eye for @ bool: or a gadget os keen us the eye of @' maid,' Who fell but once by the wayside, and then to a worn blue-dun, And this la the tale of the struggle:
In the first almighty run He tore the line {row the screaming yeel and leapt in a spatter of pray, Like a shimmering bolt of molten gold! and again! and then away He voeed like a mad-thing to the shore where the Uilien grew,"
And 1 cureed alowd, and gave him butt, and I eased and I coaxed him through, Then he paused, ax if to consider. me, and he vox for the point of the rod, And I hauled the sluck, as I stumbled back, and I prayed to the fishers' god To keep that fish from his antics, and then, with a sudden twist, He was off again, but slowly now, to try the strength of my wrist, Then dorn he went, and he sounded, and he cruised about and around, And he shook his head like an angry dog and he rubbed the hook on the tehed our wits for on age, it seemed, and the sun set ved in the west, And he came at last ty the blackthorn bush and he sulked ud he tay at rest, And the sweat grew cold on my forehead, and I kept up a gentle straint (For I feared for the flimsy tack till he roused again!
A and den "glee" in the pressure! a jerk, and 1 felt it slack, ud there by the light of a sickle moon I hanted my trophy back!
spray of the blackthorn m, made fast to the old blue-dunt Now was he @ fish or a devil, and how in the deuce was it done? And never have met a fisherman yet to elucidate to me Houw a trout, once hooked, eat slip the barb and pin that hook to a freet first treaties of amity and friend. ship, as well as of trade and commerce, between China and foreign the Chinese official inter-
Twas dark ast picked my homeward way, und f heard the owlete call "Tix better Jar to have hooked and lost thun not to have hooked at all!" Hoo! Hoo! that wot to have hooked at all! pretation of those treaties ha" been entirely different from the foreign official interpretation. The foreign. official interpretation has been one: of treaty right towards Chinese the Chinese official interpretation has been one of treaty wrong towards foreign citizens, 20] the less that present-day Chinese nationalism has got to say about the inequality of treaties the better for, oficial and Chinese national face and reputation since their outery is only awakening the attention of foreigners to these matters and their unequal treatment, One thing that has been forcibly brought to the attention of foreign nationals in China by this slogan of "Unequal Treaties" is the fact that throughout her history of association with foreigners China has never lived up to the spirit of her treaty obligations while foreign countries have religiously lived up to the obligations entered into by, their governments under treaty, If sires to impress foreign with her good intention seo to it that her officials respect the spirit and letter of all her treaties so long as those treaties exist. Only in this way will be induced in the minds of foreign governments a desire to revise existing treation. Without this manifestation any attempt at revision would be futile!
Revisions will not result from China, militarist or Nationalist, de- ridiculous slogano!
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.