To the Editor of the "Mokrh-Chin nux News"
Sin,—Yes, I have seemingly lost my all, and the fire in Yangtszepoo tore at my heart as never before, but I still may enjoy the caress of the sun and the pleasure of the gentle breeze. Seventy-five years have I lived in the country that some fate placed me in, and some of those years possessed many pleasant memories. My family is now dispersed, and I sit by the aside and think of the strange fate that took the young and spared the old. In my early days Ningpoo hills helped to teach me that mother earth would return bounty for bounty, and labour produced suficient for my needs, which were simple. The earth supplied ry physical needs and in the evening I could view with ever increasing wonder the grandeur of a stellar view that created amazing thoughts of the magnitude of power that governs the universe and the infinite variety of the ants who toil on the surface of the earth. Therefore am i not dismayed. The present situation is a passing calamity, and history records that China has suffered as grievously many. many times. She will recover, as she ever does, and out of her tribulations gain some lustre that at present we cannot visualize. I have seen refugees attending to tHe needs of their innocent young and the sight strengthens my belief in the ultimate good that this chastening of misfortune will bring. The courage imbibed with their mothers milk must inevitably yield a harvest to China that the years will profit by in endurance and virtuous tolerance of adversity. Yes, I will find those of my family who survive, and build again. Who knows what the future has in store? I and perhaps I still, in my few remaining years, may enjoy the equanimity of thought that should enhance the fading out of a lengthy life
ZZZ.
Shanghai, Sept. 9.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.