University of Nanking - Linguist Yearbook (Nanking, China)

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PURPLE MOUNTAI Towering behind old Beh Ge Go, Which lies far down on the plain below Is Purple Mountain in soft morning haze Through which the sun first sends its rays, Changing the landscape from dusky night And flooding the world anew with light. Still called Purple Mountain for a name Yet always changing, never the same. Some times appearing haughty and proud When clouds its summit doth enshroud. Then SOIDG times looking bleak and cold As though she felt decrepit and old. How glorious the mountain is in white When both the clouds and snow alike Seem joined together by a strip of blue Throwing over all a brilliant hue. How beautiful when the moon doth arise To take a look around the skies, Until playful clouds which float around, Cover the moon and shadow the ground Then out again it comes, all smiling And on the mountain its silver beams piling The moon and clouds and every star Stay not with us but journey far But in all seasons without end, PURPLE MOUNTAIN remains our friend - Domus MACKENZIE Nanking, China 4533

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THE LINGUIST 57 In conclusion, it is my firm conviction that the first step toward better religious education in China is to cease to bother about the dogmatic 00I1troversies. Let us makesome good gradcdplan of study which will Stand the test of psychology and good teaching. Let us know our Bibles Well whether from one standpoint or another,-not dogma, but the Bible,- its history, poetry, geography, biography, 'its spiritual truths. Then let us teach it with our eyes constantly o1I the way to help thc Chinese minds and hearts to come close to God and to walk with Him. BY LAURA H. WILD, B. D. Professor of Biblical Literature at Mount Holyoke College, now spending her Sabbalical year at Ginling College, Nanlclng. A RIVER MELODY LI Po, A. D. 702-768 With cornel oars our skiff of mount-ain pear Lightly glances over the lapping waters. At the bow a flute of echo fair L At the stern a pipe's melodious air Mingle with the song of Beauty's daughters. Here are copious flasks of vintage rare. Why then, would we quit this world of care, Need We wait to mount some fairy crane ? Free as seagulls float we oler the waters Idly floating on this shorcless main. The songs of famous singers live as long As sun and moon shall circle in thc sky. The halls of pride now strewn the hills along Proclaim that every other fame shall die. To such rapture even mighty mountains Stir and sway their weighty bulk again. In the fairy islands of the Blessed Lives for ever each immortal strain. But sooner could flow backward to its fountains This stream, than wealth and honours can remain.

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4 -L ILLSTONES I A D W 'PERF RMS V J.M.p.! l 1 i U A-LING! Da-ling! Da-ling! The station-master was walking from one end of the platform to the other, bell in hand, and exhorting stragglers to get aboard. In that now crowded car we had been holding our seats for the previous half-hour, and it was well we had, for traveling second class from Shanghai to Nanking in a crowded Chinese train on a hot Chinese day is not calculated to be exactly palacial. Having landed in China less than a week previous, the long wait was not as tedious as it might have been. Each person to arrive added some new note of interest to the group. Some sat on the ends of the ear seats, jabbering over their long pipes with their neighbors, and filling in all dots and dashes with grotesque gestures. Across the aisle from us, two elegantly dressed Chinese women in gaudy silk attire and with fingers heavy with jewelry, sat gossiping vehemently together, cigarette in hand, every muscle ofthe face, hands, and body eloquently combining to give expression to their thought. What a sharp contrast to the extremely modest, dcmure maids of old Japan who had so charmed us with their attempts to hide shy retiring smiles behind flowing sleeves and low bgws, At last the train began to move and the air, which was now saturated with Chinese gibberish and cheap foreign tobacco smoke, began to Clem- somewhat. We had barely pulled out of the station before a Chinese lad appeared wearing a brass tag, Tea Boy, and depositing on each of the built-in tables which jutted out from under the car windows, 9, pot of Chinese tea, promptly proceeded to fill each with bililing water from a huge brass kettle which he carried. In between sips of tea from the livttle thimble-shaped cups furnished, my hride-of-three-months and I kept C593