In the heart of Nantao, where the; jongg and curio shops flourish, hidden from view by a long whitewashed wall lie a group of old and in this garden during a visit to] Shanghai, Resting in this tea house, far from ithe crowds and beggars, away from ouching "and British delightful Chinese gardens, said to 'American 'Tobacco' 117s. 6d, ex-, have been laid out by an'official of jeune sellers and mahjongg salesmen, Jaway even from tourists, one forgets dividend, but. subsequently prices the Ming Dynasty. The pavilions th stench of Nantao's streets, for-hains receded to about 93s. and 115s. respectively. A feature was the are of course now dilapidated; the|gets the noise and bustle beneath and artistically arranged rockeries are|th rows himself back into a bygone publication of a good Dunlop re-which strengthened the price.
shares were dull, Hudson's Bays easing off to 58. fron, steel, and coal shares, continued heavy on the disappointing trade outlook. Shipping shares likewise lost ground slightly. Herland & Wolff Prefence shares fell away to about covered with wild flowers and weeds; the images are dusty and age worn, But even all the havoc of time and vandalism has not robbed the place of its fi its froe flow of the architects' imagination.
The first garden is now occupy by the Rice Guild, which maintains: a little school for boys in one of the lis. after the issue of the report. \courtyards. It was the Mandi Tea shares were at one time very home and is called in the Shanghai weak, but a better feeling super- dialect Ta Ka Sao. Pavilions and lage, in to another period of China's [story when officials wrote est jand admired porcelains, when sing-jing girls played wondrous instruments to soft, purring tunes, while thi Mandarin' dreamed of his people's welfare.
How different this: quiet nook to all the cit about it, Like another world, like a little! corner of the great Forbidden city—and like that monument of the Chinese builder and gardener, wast~ jo tower climbed. Here one may see again the garden from a vantage point. In the top loft of the tower is a god which we were assured by the caretaker was the Buddha of the Mexican Dollar, Out of these gardens and a short walk is the Willow Pattern Tea House and beyond it the Zung Wong Mino, The Willow Pattern Tes ful picture on blue and. white porce-known the world over and still be seen hanging on the walls of Mid-Victorian houses. But gone is fall beauty from the Willow Pattern Ten House, One walks along a rickety old' wooden bridge, which ig-zigs its way over a filthy, horible pond covered with a green scum and alive no longer with curious gold fish but with mosquitoes and other horrors. In every little corner sits a filthy, ragged beggar, reeking of disease and smelling of all things foul; At the end of the bridge is dirty pavilion where once the great drank tea, The melody of birds strikes the ear and away one goes 10 the bird market at the end of the bazaar facing the tea house, Birds from everywhere, birds of every kind, singing birds and talking hi whistling birds and croaking birds whisk about in cages while their owners sit dreamingly by waiting for Jeustomers to take them away.
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