Amy and Marion's voyage around the world . plyingthat he knew such fare was not common,even among his countrymen, in polite circles. 152 Amy and Marions Voyage, I wished you to be able to tell your friendsin America that you nave actually witnessedthis thing, said the Archdeacon as wegladly followed him down the winding stairs. Then began a tour among the to the Temple of Letters, where theeffigies of the authors of letters and of theprinting art are enthroned in state; next, tothe Temple of the Five Hundred Genii, agreat building, where one wanders througha labyrinth of gallerie
Amy and Marion's voyage around the world . plyingthat he knew such fare was not common,even among his countrymen, in polite circles. 152 Amy and Marions Voyage, I wished you to be able to tell your friendsin America that you nave actually witnessedthis thing, said the Archdeacon as wegladly followed him down the winding stairs. Then began a tour among the to the Temple of Letters, where theeffigies of the authors of letters and of theprinting art are enthroned in state; next, tothe Temple of the Five Hundred Genii, agreat building, where one wanders througha labyrinth of galleries, courts, and sat in the visitors hall, and wereserved with clear tea and dried fruit, whilethe rain poured down into a courtyard uponwhich the hall opened, washing the leavesof tropical plants growing there. After a littlerest, one of -the monks showed us the fivehundred wooden figures who sit in a ghostlyrow around a large, dark room. They arethe images of those who were devoted to theservice of Buddha while on earth, and in a. Image of luddh?. — Page 152. Trip to Canton. 155 great case was the gilded figure of the godhimself. As I stood in that gloomy room, and hearddeep tones of thunder echoing through thebuilding, it seemed to me like the voice of Godexpressing His displeasure at all idol worship,,and I thanked Him there with all my heart thatHe had led me to know Him, the only true God,as a Father and a Saviour. In another room was a tall pagoda looming upthrough the darkness, with an image of somedeity sitting in every story. It rained so heavilythat we waited in one of the courts, where themonks treated us with great politeness, and gaveus more tea, a refreshment that I, for one, couldhave dispensed with, my throat and tongue hav-ing been well scalded before, for hot tea, minusmilk, to one unused to it, is very fiery in itseffects. Our little parasols caused much amuse-ment to the monks, who, on being allowed toexamine them, burst into peals of wonderinglaug
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