Look abroad! Peking's the siren city of the World, a siren old a:
a deathless beauty gorgeous ime mellowed raiment; Peking asleep, the lee of mighty north ward facing hill a city of groves and tree plumed hills, a city spangled with gold; a gem studded city of emeralds, rubies, amber and far away a great mass of amethyst; city where clean cool autumn breezes blow to soothe the summer fevered blood, a city of much peace even yet. 1 There is no doubt that the Chines erehiteet understood colour as few have done. In his schemes seems to have almost always tha peacock's gorgeous plumage at the back of his mind, but there is now, and again, especially in roofs, an especial loveliness in a combination of turquoise and amber and more vorely a fickle predilection for the use of ultramarine and kingfisher blue. This lavishness and skill int use of colour needs some underlining, maybe, Take a little pagoda of riy intimate acquaintance. It has seven. panels and is executed throughout in glazed tiling. The top-most boss is in gilded bronze, bell shaped, with a ing of little
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