The Silken East a
pictures of "heaven and hell"; the former insipid and restricted to winged cars and means of swift locomotion, the latter truculent and awful to behold. Here is the chemist guilty of selling poisonous drugs writhing on a heated stake ; the maker of implements of war with a hot spear thrust through his mouth ; the monk taken in adultery being sawn in two, and very bloody, the woman undergoing torture with outstretched hands, which clutch for support at red-hot iron balls ; evil-doers of all descriptions are being flung into cauldrons and kept in place by giants with three^pronged forks, while the virtuous man, with a look that is happily compounded of horror, fear, piety, and conscious worth, looks on from his winged chariot under the guidance of a nat. It is comforting to find that the wicked men are always black, and the good invariably white.
From this sermon in colours, we move on to where the Chinese joss-house, with its winged roof, its dragons and lobsters cut in profile against the sky, testifies to the importance of the Celestial community. We enter, a to find a dozen lads at school under the tutelage of an old priest, They are seated at a long table under a frescoed wall, which depicts the adventures of a traveller with a turbulent white muleasome Celestial Stevenson afoot. Along the wall, in picturesque covers, there are hung letters and cards of invitation, sent, it would seem, to the joss-house priest. The scholars under the stimulus of our presence rise to perfervid heights of zeal, intoning their lessons in shrill voiced, that make the incense-laden air vibrate with