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Ilustrations of Men and Things in China.
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tory; but we must not look for truth-telling pictures any more than veracious edicts; no Chinese would run the risk of selling a picture of the defeat of the emperor's heroes. In this design, the village of Neishing is placed on the right, a steamer and sloop of war close by, with a gig shot in two going down head foremost in the foreground. In range with Neishing are two villages, and in the back-gound three others; troops are sallying out in all directions, some armed with shields and a sword in each hand, others carrying flags with the character yung, or the brave,' upon them. About a dozen foreign soldiers, distinguished by square hats, are scattered here and there; one lies beheaded, four or five are unresistingly meeting their fate, some' are trying to resist, and the rest are looking on. No one Chi- nese has fallen, but one fellow looks as if he had just been wounded. The description runs somewhat thus.
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The rebellious barbarians are indeed de testable,
They 've turned topsy-turvy people, dwellings, land: Heaven sent down red rain upon them,
And the villagers were all exasperated.
Rousing their valor they cut them off without number,
Happy to be able so soon to exterminate them.
From henceforth general peace will pervade,
And a glorious life will itself have sway.
The sheet containing drawings of the ships of war and the steam- ers has a longer account of the attack than the preceding, and also a description of the steamer. These pictures are tolerable representa- tions of the vessels, and as they are eagerly purchased, will, by being scattered over the country, serve to give the people a general idea of them. It is headed, 'drawing of a steamer and man-of-war;' the former is thus described :
She's more than 300 cubits long, And thirty odd in height and breadth; Iron is used to bind her stiff and stout, And she 's painted black all round about; Like a weaver's shuttle is her shape; On both sides carriage wheels are fixed; And, using fossil coal to make a fire, They whirl round as a race horse flies. Of white cloth all the sails are made. In winds both fair and foul she goes; On her bow is the god of the waves. At stem and stern is a revolving gun;
Her form is truly terrrific to men.
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The god of the North displaying his sanctity,