SUNDAY, October 28.
The Island of Jade, on the Lake of the Lotus, is a rock, artificial
perhaps, in spite of its mountainous proportions. Old trees cling to
its sides, and old temples loom up toward the sky, while crowning all
is a sort of tower or dungeon of colossal size and of a mysterious
Baroque design. It may be seen from all points; its excessively Chinese
outlines dominate Pekin, and high up on it stands a terrible idol whose
threatening attitude and hideous smile look down upon the city. This
idol our soldiers call the "big devil of China."