During the air-raid on Saturday evening we encountered the Old Campaigner.
"And how do you feel to-day?" wè asked, 4 "Low," was the reply. "As low as a duck's tail and shaking twice as A Literary Monday morning's cañhonading reminded us of the passage in, the poem, "There was a sound of devilry by night" in which the poet remarks, so rightly, if you remember:—Tt the cannon's opening roar."
You all know the poem we teter to, One verse ends "Mey called him little Jim," and another "Don't go down the mine, Daddy." cee A Bit Unkind One of the first U.S. Marine officers to land is reported to have remarked:
"Well it's the' same old tu ess again, defending Soochow Cree!
He should be made to understand that we Shanghailanders are proud of the Creek, It may not look up to much, but we must always think of the odoriferous cargoes its mercantile marine carries on its gleaming buzzum.
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