Ju China, maps are not so expressive. You see a mighty river meandering through a great expanse of plain. That river has its hours of beauty, copper gold April days, black velvet under! moonlight, "the golden lanterns, floating by as at the Feast of Ghosts, the great junk sails a silhouette of jet, the boatmen muted' to the river's peaceful mood. But usually that river is sullen ochro coloured. It slinks slowly by, the sleeping monster which) may rise overnight and wreck a thousand. villages which cower beneath its dikes, The mind will seat to the serenity of upper) reaches; great bays of green fertility between the river curbing, rocks, mornings gallop on the cushioned silt of the last Hood, coo! hoons beneath the autumn gilded poplars, quiet forgotten villages in moonlight, old men gravely xossi ing beneath the heavy shadow behind? Come nearer! Tam fairer than the dawn." There will always Ve that magnet of a great pagoda which has been your goal for thirty weary miles. Perhaps the map will show that long indented lino which crowns the hills. This is tone of China's many Walls. You will think of a great brick-faced, earth-backed battlemented wall of forty fect in height and almost half as wide which links a never ending chain of solid towers. You are splendid wy, the dignity of a, among the,
the dead Past, Than if the map is Southern China you will be with the clear laughing water of a stre: among the wooded hills. The diamond studded foliage of the dawn will be before you, day's victory over night, the mist scudding from the valley' to the hills, the pale cool colours of a youthful day, pheasant sweeping out into an opal sky, majestic burnished bronze and peacock green, a splash of royal Dine; a somersault and that re sounding thud which tells you he is not a "runner."
Oh! Maps may be abiding joy.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.