The mission and the factory are the West. What
they are I know.

And between them lies the Orient--struggling and
suffering, spawning and dying--but what it is
I shall never know.

Yet there are two clean spaces in the city where I dwell,
the compound of the church within the wall, and
the courtyard of the factory beyond the wall.
It is something that in these two one can breathe.

Wusih


Chinese New Year

Mrs. Sung has a new kitchen-god.
The old one--he who has presided over the household
this twelvemonth--has returned to the
Celestial Regions to make his report.
Before she burned him Mrs. Sung smeared his mouth
with sugar; so that doubtless the report will be
favorable.
Now she has a new god.
As she paid ten coppers for him he is handsomely
painted and should be highly efficacious.
So there is rejoicing in the house of Mrs. Sung.

Peking