Chinese literature is so extensive that a catalogue of the books in the four imperial libraries of the present dynasty classifies and briefly describes no less than ninety-three thousand books, and itself fills two hundred volumes! Although some western writers have described the collection as a whole as a vast library of Oriental conceit and a dreary wilderness of words, the Abbe Remusat, a genuine student of the Chinese language, wrote enthusiastically regarding their charm, saying he found in them "eloquence and poetry, enriched by the beauty of a picturesque language preserving to imagination all its colors.
With
each succeeding year we approach nearer to the final electrification of the main line railway, and to-day we are very close to the happy era when the steam locomotive shall be no more in the thickly inhabited section of cities.
The
account of the "new birth" in an individual "not of corruptible seed, but of incorruptible, by the word of God, which liveth and abideth forever," has a perennial interest for us all.
