A. sigh, and a thrust, and each object would vanish through a door nto the flames roaring within, there presumably to be whirled up in a Spiritvatized form of benefit to the twaiting shades, This furnace was kept burning, solely from the gifts thrown into it, for many hours each day of the festival. To us, as watched, inching from the glare of the greedy flames as the door swung open, this phase of the ceremonies Was the epitome of them all—the fascination, the wonder, the pathos of it.
T have not described it half anous, the jostling, wide-eyed onlookers, the lexpressionless nuns with secret eyes kneeling onthe platform, the little children wailing in sympathy with their mothers mourning before the rows of red papers, the placid clothed woman who kept fashion Jwith infinite care and long curved Hinger-nails, a handful of rice-brains {on a table surface into occult Chinese characters, Neither have I mechanical details or figures to present concerning the conception, execution, and results of this Festival of Intercession, Tt is hoped however, that these few words are enough to record a personal impression of the different phases of a tremendously awesome and fascinating Institution repetition of which on the same grand scale may not take place for another score of years.
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