I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. BY THOMAS HOOD. fremember, I remember Tb§ bouse where I was born, The little window where the sim game peeping in at morn; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day; But now, I often wian the night Had borne my breath away. ! remember, I remember he roses, red and white; he violets and the lily-cups, hose flowers made of light! he lilacs where the robin built, And where my brother set The laburnum on hia birthday— The tree is living yet. i .-■ Tie Lady of * j the Red Clover Welch T: J Under the big oak by the fifteenth tee Mr. Arthur Glendenning was sit ting at his case. He was some ten strokes behind his opponent, Colonel Bogey, but this did not bother him in the least, Bogey not being one of those players who tack their score cords In conspicuous places on the clubhouse bulletin board and mention their vic tories to every one they meet. Nor was Arthur annoyed by the fact that a hun gry bunker had swallowed up his ball —lndeed, he hoped that his caddy's search for It would go unrewarded yet a while, for it was restful hero, and, Incidentally, there was a rather allur ing picture In the field just across the leaf-strewn road that ran by the oak. The picture was that of a girl framed In red clover. It was a moving picture, too; that Is, the girl was moving, gath ering a big bunch of clover blossoms. Besting against the fence Arthur no ticed a bicycle. "That girl Is not a slave to fads, any how," he commented, lazily, to himself, "or she would have given up the wheel for ping-pong. The fact that she is out here alone Indicates that she posseses Independence and a mind of her—what! She's looking at that cow as if she Were afraid of it!" If Arthur's imagination had been vivid enough to have viewed the cow as the girl viewed it, he would not have been so surprised thnt the beast should be causing her to show trepidation. A few minutes before, when she was sur mounting the difficulty of the fence in quest of the clover she had assured herself that she wasn't a bit afraid of that cow, and, as a matter of fact, she had felt brave until the cow had sud denly raised Its head from the grass and began to stare. Stares are always disconcerting. Perhaps the cow re garded her as an enemy browsing upon its clover, perhaps as a friend with a handful of salt. At any rate, it gazed at her fixedly for a moment, and then took two stops in her direction. The girl retreated two steps, returning tlio cow's stare haughtily. Suddenly the latter seemed to make up its mind, and began to advance in a business-like way, with long, swinging strides. A delicate, silvery shriek pierced the afternoon air, and the flight and put* suit began. In running ability they were quite evenly matched. The girl Beared the fence—she gained it—she be gan to climb. It was a most alluring picture, and Arthur Glendenning suc cumbed to a great temptation. He hnd his weaknesses. One of them had to do with cameras. The pretty views on the Fcrndalo links are so many that in this match with Colonel Bogey he hnd directed his caddy to bring the in strument along. At this instant it lay at his side. He seized it, leveled it; its eye winked once. Then ho dropped it hastily behind a log, and was across the road, all solicitude, just as the fu gitive fell, a palpitating heap, on the grass on the safe side of the fence. "Are you hurt?" he inquired, anx iously. "No, no, thank you," she panted, "but that—that terrible cow!" Arthur glanced in the direction of the cow. It did not have a very terrible aspect, but rather an expression of mild surprise, and even injury, as if it were exclaiming to itself: "Dear me, how very disappointing! Where's my salt?" "Bet mo assist you to your feet," said Arthur, in his best manner, bending over her. She did not move, but ex claimed, distrossedly: "Oh, dear, the fence has torn my skirt! You haven't such a things as a pin or two, have you?" There was a beseeching note in her voice, and the young man would have given much to have been able to have produced a pin, but it was impossible. He felt of his clothing hopelessly; he gazed out over the sweeping green of the links, up at the trees, up at the canopy of the heavens, but he saw no pin. The caddy's curly head just then ap peared over the edge of the bunker. "Here, caddy," shouted Arthur, "run over to the clubhouse and get some pins, safety pins, nny kind, and get all they've got in the place. Run! • • But don't run so fast," he added, "as to injure your health," for the girl with the pink glowing beneath the white of her rounded cheeks, with the brilliancy of excitement still in her eyes, and with wayward curlettcs straggling from out of her mass of light hair, was certainly n picture oven more of a picture than she had seemed to Arthur from a distance—and he was too appreciative of the artistic to be willing that such n picture should pass quickly from hie view. I remember, I remember Where X was used to swing; And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing; My spirit flew in feathers then, That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow. I remember, I remember The fir trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky; It was a childish ignorance. But now 'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from heaven Than when I was a boy. "May I sit down here on the grass and condole with you until the arrival of the—of the eaddy?" asked Arthur. "I presume you may sit on the grass. I don't own It, you know." The ncidlty of this reply was tempered by a flitting shadow of a smile. "At all events," answered Arthur, sitting down, "you took rather quick possession of a bit of It just now. But It was really very rude of that cow to disturb you. I can't tell you how sorry I am." A pair of soft yet penetrating eyes were studying the young man. "No, I don't believe you can tell me how sorry you are," said the pretty lips beneath the eyes, "and the reason is thnt you're not sorry at all. You're having trouble to keep from laughing." Arthur could no longer restrain the hilarity that had been welling up be neath a very thin veneer of polite so licitude. They laughed together. "But I must have done with this lev ity," cried Arthur, suddenly. "I must bo up and doing. My lady's hat and flowers still lie within the domain of the fell beast. I must recover them nt all hazards. I must face this beast, or else, 'od's boddlltlns, I were unworthy the name of knight!" lie approached the fence, leaped over and in a moment was bowing low In the act of laying the trophies at the lady's feet. "Marry, now, but you are, forsooth, a brave knight," she laughed. "Ah, lady, my life were but a slight sacrifice In your service, but were I to crave a boon of you I would plead that you take from the henp one small red clover blossom and pin it In my buttonhole with your own fair hands." She laughed again. "Methinks you are a bold knight, too. But for the sake of the dangers you have passed I will decorate you. Sir Arthur—when the pins arrive." The young man came very near los ing his knightly pose. "How under the sun do you happen to know my name?" he was about to Inquire, but he perceived, before it was too late, thnt she had hit upon the name inno cently, as the usual name for knights. "May I be allowed to express a sus picion of you?" he asked. "I hope I am not a suspicious per son," she answered, "but whnt Is it?" "Only that you have been reading historical novels." "Worse than that. But it seems to rue that your mind also is steeped in the romantic." "It is. I've just finished being thrilled by Miss Mary Malvern's book, 'A Court Cavalier.' The celebrated Miss Mal vern Is sojourning for the summer in this vicinity, you know." "Yes, I know," said tlio girl, hastily, "and what do you think of her book?" "Well," replied Arthur, slowly and judicially, "It Is not bad, not half bad. Of course, most of tho situations are impossible, and most of the characters have no counterpart in tho heavens above, nor tlio earth beneath, nor the waters under the enrth, but—on the whole—the story's clever." She smoothed a wrinkle In her skirt, then asked slowly: "Do you really think there is any thing clever In it? Whnt, for in stance?" Arthur liked this deference to his lit erary judgment, and he continued, complacently: "Well, in the first place, It Is clever because it was written by so very young a person. They say she Is only about twenty or twenty-one. As a mat ter of fact, however. I suppose she is nearer thirty. And if she is as young as is reported, I think her mother ought to have looked after her better, because she seems to have had an amazing amount of experience In af fairs of tho heart. One cannot write of these tilings as realistically as she docs without an intimate knowledge of them. While many of the situations nre highly improbable, as I have said, some of tho love scenes are life itself. I verily believe that only a veteran co quette could have described as Mary Malvern does the manner in which Ei vlra leads tho gallants 011 and then flouts them. Yet there Is a distinct del icacy and charm about it all. This Miss Malvern must be a most Interest ing girl. I would give a good deal to meet her. Do you know, I thought several times when I was reading the book thnt I could fall In love with a girl with a mind like hers. I think we would be very sympathetic and conge nial." "Not really!" exclaimed tho girl on the grass. Her lips and eyes were smiling. She seemed to he taking lm mense interest in his conversation, and this encouraged Arthur to go on. "Yes, really. And nnother thing I like about her Is her ferocity. Why, when she gets a couple of swashbuck lers together in a dark alley in old Lon don she writes about the encounter so that you can fairly hear their hard breathing in the struggle. She enjoys It herself. I'll venture to guess that Miss Malvern has plenty of grit, and would stand her ground In the face of danger." "You don't think she is afraid of cows, then?" From under her eye lashes the girl 011 the grass glanced up at him with a quizzical look of inquiry. "Oh, I beg your pardon," laughed Arthur; "I wasn't thinking of compari sons. To be afraid of cows is perhaps more charming than not to be afraid of them. But, referring again to Miss Malvern, do you suppose she will marry, and become more or less com monplace—it's nn effect matrimony has, you know—or do you imagine she'll re main true to literature? Tell me, Just for the sake of discussion, what yon think the probabilities are. AB a wom an, you can, of course, weigh them bet ter than I can." ''Well, I don't know," said the girl, thoughtfully. "I don't believe that marriage need be commonplace, and— but here come the pins." Arthur followed her glance, and saw with displeasure that the plus were, in deed, arriving. He uttered silent mule dictions upon the caddy's short, sturdy legs that were coming over tho green so rapidly and conscientiously. He busied himself with the young woman's bicycle when she was closing the rent made by tho fence rail, and when he had reluctantly led the machine out into the road because she said she posi tively must be going he remarked, as suming again his knightly tone: "If my lady should chance to pass this way on tho morrow at the same hour, she will find a knight to tilt a lance In her protection, if need be, against the cow, or any other peril." "The knight has been very kind," sha smilingly replied, "and I thank him, and I will say thnt I have enjoyed his conversation more thnn he can imag ine, but I could not ask him to risk his life again for me." "But is he not to have a name to dream on, nor any hope of the future?" "He should bo full of hope for the future," she called hack, after she had mounted, "and as for the name, 'the lady of the red clover' should be a good name to dream on." Arthur watched her till her figure grew small on the road and disap peared around a turn. That night In his dark room he rocked a photo graphic plate to and fro in the develop ing fluid with great care and much anxiety, and felt the amateur's glow of enthusiasm in triple quantity when the picture began to tnke distinct form be ncnth iys eyes. First there was a bit of road, then tho grass, then the fence, and, finally, rising in triumph on the uppermost rails, the lady of the red clover, while behind her peered the mildly surprised face of a cow and an expanse of field. "It is a very well-balanced picture; tlic composition is nearly perfect," murmured Arthur, the amateur photo grapher, as lie lient over the plate. "She's a stunning looking girl," mur mured Arthur, the young man, as ho held the plate to the light. After ex pending much time and labor on the prints lie framed one of the best of them and gave it the place of honor among the divinities on his mantel piece. "And here's the picture of the girl," he remarked to Bob Wilton a night or ttvo afterward, as he finished the reci tal of his interesting experience. Bob glanced at the photograph. "Wh—at!" he cried, bursting into a great laugh. "My dear, fellow, pre pare yourself to boar up beneath a blow. This lady of the red clover, with whom you talked about Miss Mary Malvern, and with whom you tried to make an appointment for the next afternoon, Is no less a personage than Miss Mary Malvern herself." Bob lost no opportunity to tell the story at the golf clubhouse. It very speedily reached the drawing rooms, and one morning Arthur received a faintly perfumed letter on a delicately tinted blue paper. Its contents were as follows: "My Dear Sir—lt seems that the knight is a very modern kind of knight, who, when be is succoring ladies in dis tress, takes snapshots of them. Was the deed quite knightly? Since the lady of the red clover has no desire to remain perpetually in distress on a fence, she must ask that the prints be surrendered to her and that the plate be destroyed. Very truly yours, "MARY MALVERN. "P. S.—Since the knight's act of de ception has made his trustworthiness appear to be a somewhat uncertain quantity, the lady considers it a wise precaution to be a spectator to the de struction of the plate. She will be at the golf clubhouse, with a mutual friend, to-morrow afternoon at 4 o'clock." "But why," asked Arthur, in a tone of mock complaint, "did you allow me to go on so foolishly about Miss Malt veru and her book?" "Oh. I was not responsible," laughed Miss Malvern. "It was fate, who had witnessed the snapshot, helping me to get even." "Well, then," said Arthur, "we start fair. Will you drive first?" "No; I prefer that you be in the lead. There may be a cow on the course, you know."—New York Times. The National Museum at Belgrade has come into possession of a collec tion of OS,OOO Roman copper coins re cently unearthed near a Servian vil ' Inge. The oldest of them belong to ; the time of Caracalla. YOUNC i-ADIES, TAKE WARNINC. Don't Rejoice in a Mouse's Death When lour Young Man's About. This incident occurred in Washing ton not very long ago: A young man was calling upon the girl to whom he was engaged. The couple were sitting on the front steps of the girl's home, an hour or so be fore the fall of darkness, when they noticed the cat attached to the house hold of the girl's family goiug down the steps leading to the basement area with a tiny held mouse in its mouth. The cnt had caught the mouse in the vacant lot alongside the house. Dropping the tiny mouse over in a corner of the area, the cat proceeded to torture the little animal after the accepted feline fashion. She would permit the mouse to run away about a yard or so, pretending thnt she didn't know that there was u mouse within miles, and then she would jump out, nail the mouse with her foot and toss it back to the corner. Then she would pick the mouse up in both of her paws, throw it into the air, and when it came down and started to run, nail it again. The tiny mouse would squeeze itself into a corner and sit up and look at the cat pitifully, and then the cat would swipe it out of the corner with her pnw and step on it, her eyes blazing ecstatically and her tail swishing. Some natural historians say thnt there is no animal so atrociously and gloatingly cruel as the ordinary, purring, domesticated cat. "Thnt mouse," said the young fellow to the girl to whom he was engaged, "is only a youngster yet. Strikes me he ought to have a chance for his white alley." "Oh, I don't know," said the girl, who, with her chin in her hands, was dreamily and fascinatedly regarding the spectacle of the mouse being tor tured by the cat. "Don't you think it horrible to see the pool- little beggar getting the worst of it that way?" he asked the girl, with a slight note of surprise in his tone. She made no reply, but still with her chin resting in her hands, gazed calmly at the cat tossing the diminutive mouse into the air, and stepping on it, and dabbing at it with her paws, and pick ing it up in her mouth and throwing it down again. "Mice get into the house," said the girl, after a while. "But thnt bind don't," said the young man, a bit earnestly. "That's a field mouse, and Held mice don't bother any body." The mouse was sitting up in the area corner, with its tiny foropaws folded In front in a very pleading at titude, while the cat gazed with ex panding eyes at it before beginning to dab at it again. "I'm going to give that mouse a run for it's taw marble," said the young man, getting up from the steps and starting down the area steps. "Let the cat alone," said the girl, quietly, but never removing her gaze from the sight of the tortured mouse. The young man stopped suddenly and looked up at the girl. "I want to give the mouse a chance to get away," he said. "Surely you don't find enjoyment in watching a poor little beast getting handled that way?" "You don't have to look at it If you don't want to," said the girl, with a a certain hardness in her tone. "Let the cat alone." The young fellow gazed steadily at her for half a minute, but she didn't appear to notice this. She was too In tent upon the deviltry of the cat. After twenty minutes of torturing its prey, in the course of which it broke the mouse's legs so that the tiny rodent could only hobble in its efforts to run away, the cat ate the mouse. The girl never took her eyes from the cat until the cat had finished its prey. Then she gave a sort of satisfied sigh as she emerged from her fascinated trance. "Well, the cat has had her supper," she said, in a matter-of-fact tone to her fiance. "Good-night," he said to her, and ho tipped his hat to her and walked down the street without looking back. This happened two months ago. The young fellow hasn't called upon her since. There is going to be no mar riage.—Washington Star. !?iiglatid'A Oldest School. Many a building, public and private, claims to be the oldest institution in England, but it seems that the true claim is that of St. Peter's School, York. It was, as many contemporary records prove, in existence and had gained renown as a famous public school of the north for some years be fore 720. There have been some en thusiastic antiquarians who have been inclined to believe that this school was flourishing actually before St. Augus tine came to Canterbury and raised that city to its great ecclesiastical posi tion of later years. And ever since that date until the present year of grace 1!)02 the minster school has con tinued its even course. For the mag nificent period of 11S2 years at least this school has existed and flourished. Its buildings have decayed, fallen and been restored; the school has several times been rebuilt owing to this or that cause, but the "institution" is still there, and St. Peter's School to day lias the unique boast of being, in deed. the oldest institution in England. —Baltimore Sun. A Dr. For SlectrlcUnl. A safety dress for electricians has been designed by Professor ArtemeilT, a foreign scientist. It is constructed entirely o? tine wire gauze, and com pletely encloses the wearer. A cur rent of 200 amperes can pass through Ihe dress from hand to hand for sev eral seconds without perceptible heat lug. in the f|et!oi)3l TJp e S 4 fl\£ ?• a I. Britons Becoming Long-Nosed, Frenchmen Blond and Japanese . Bearded—Odd Effects of Cold Baths and Beer—Drinkiijg. |*j q • • " •- •—T-r ssgjtMllF. circumstances of blood [fc or food, of early habit or 06 subsequent education, ft] creating for the races of *"1 M the world—the highly civ -ll* vKI nlze<i races—a new phy slognomy? To one who believes in the evolution of racial type by means of natural se lection an answer in the affirmative presents no difficulties, says Cham bers' Journal, but to others—the stu dent of comparative ethnology, the acute archaeologist, the thoughtful traveler—this important matter is as Urmly settled as that the Chinese has slanting eyes, the Tartar high cheek bones and the Spaniard an olive com plexion. Max Nordau has discussed the question as regards the French and Germans, Professor Mantegazza as re gards the Italians and Dr. Hamilton and otlierß concerning the actual blend ing of the multiform racial features of the American population into a single type. The subject has, perhaps, in England as yet hardly received the attention Its extreme interest and importance de serve. Yet every Englishman who Is at all familiar with the ancient phy siognomy and the physical aspect and proportions of his race must be aware that the new Englishman of the twen tieth century is not quite the same ani mal as was the Englishman of the Tu dor period. The loyal subject of Edward VI., flaxen haired if he were a yeoman and black haired in towns, would hardly recognize as his posterity and compa triots the equally loyal subjects of Ed ward VII. Indeed, it is not certain that there has been a special and distinctive type for each century, and this, if it is really the case, wouid, of course, not preclude the recurrence of a former type at intervals. Among the factors which have undoubtedly affected the physique, hair and complexion of the nineteenth century Englishman hasbeen the matutinal tub—the widespread prev alence of the bathing habit. It seems strange when we reflect that in the eighteenth century the morning bath, now regarded as so essential to Eng lishmen of all classes, was hardly ever Indulged in, and the cold plunge within doors a thing practically unknown. The physiological effects of frequent bathing nre well known, among them being a heightened color, sharper feat ures—that is, a rawboned appearance— and (UB Dr. Andrew Wilson has lately pointed out) a thinning of the hair. As to the latter, it is common knowledge that in the fifteenth century curly hair was the rule in England, but whether the change to lankness is to be ascribed to the wigs of the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries, or whether the wigs themselves were resorted to as a means of disguising the less hirsute luxuriance, it would be difficult to de termine satisfactorily. Looking abroad we are shown the Frenchman gradually growing lighter of hair and complexion, owing to the greater fecundity of the Norman and the constant infusion of Swiss and Al satian blood. The habit of drinking beer in preference to wine is also said to be influencing the physique and fa cial tint of the Gallic race. There can be no question of a slight Increase of stature and a more erect carriage among the males, this resulting from the same cause which has transformed the whole race of Germans from round shouldered, shambling men, with a pro fusion of adipose tissue, into grim, sin ewy automatons—namely, the severity of universal military discipline. But with the Germans they have to thank the army for a decrease Instead of an increase of stature, the height of the men, as shown by official reports, hav ing gradually dimiuished since 1851. Whether the Kaiser's subjects will re gard this loss as sufficiently atoned for by the greater size of the Germnn chin, which is becoming a prominent charac ter, unknown to the Prussians under Frederick the Great, Is a matter which we must leave to the subjects of Will iam 11. to determine. The Russian face Is undergoing a pro nounced change, owing to new blood and different food, habits and condi tions of life. But perhaps the most ex traordinary metamorphosis of all is taking place under our eyes among two nmions as widely separated in origin and history as it is possible for any civ ilized countries to he America and Japan. The American physiognomy is as completely marked as that of any race under the sun that has, as An thony Trollope remarked, "bled in and in for centuries." Yet, as the same traveler pointed out, the American owns a more mixed blood than any other race known. His chief stock is English, and with this are mingled the bloods of Ireland, Holland, France, Germany, Scandinavia, Italy and Sla vonic Austria. "All this has been done within a few years, so that the American may be said to have no claim to any national type of face. Nevertheless, no man has a type of face so clearly national as the American. The lantern jaws, the thin, lithe body, the dry face, the thick hnir and thin lips, the intelligent eyes, the voice not altogether harsh, though sharp and nasal—all these traits nre acknowledged all over the conti nent of Europe." Yet perhaps Trollope was mistaken In attributing the forma tion of this type to "hot air pipes and dollar worship," although not alto gether wrong in supporting the Ameri can countenance to be modified by his "special aspirations." Yet it is extraordinary how rapidly the child of English or European par ents, born and bred in America, as sumes these special features. By some it has been believed that the so-called American face Is merely a reversion to the countenance of the aborigines, and considering how strong the general likeness is, this theory deserves careful consideration. On the other hand, how is it that the Canadians, whose habits of life differ from their neighbors, should preserve a more English type of visage, so that after three or four gen erations tliey are very readily mistaken for Englishmen? Here there is cer tainly no reversion to the aboriginal type. In Japan It liaß been observed with' increasing nstoDlslimeut as almost a freak of nature that ever since, the adoption by the Emperor Mutsuhlto, thirty years ago, of European customs and costumes the Europeanizatlon of. the physiognomy of the Japanese has been growing apace. One of the not least wonderful results the traveler will learn from the barbers of Tokio and Yokohama is the increase in tlio growth of the heard, and of the lesser stiffness of the hair, owing to the habit of wenrlng hats and of brushing and oiling the hair. The increase of stature among the Japanese is very perceptible, and the substitution of tepid and even cold water for the hot baths among many of the people is responsible for an in creasing floridity of the complexion. The Rainbow. When a ray of sunlight falls on a raindrop it Is refracted; then part of the light is reflected from the internal surface and again refracted on leav ing the drop. The white sunlight is not only refracted when it enters and leaves the drop, but dispersion also takes place. The eye sees bright cir cles of light for each kind of light, and since sunlight is made up of different kinds of homogeneous light we get a series of circular arcs, showing the spectrum colors, the red being outside and the other colors following in the order of descending wave length. The whole constitutes a primary A secondary how is sometimes seen outside the first. This is formed by the light being twice reflected inside the raindrops. The loss refrangible rays are on the inner side. Rainbows due to still more internal reflections are too feeble to he observed. It is possible to get a white rainbow if the sun is clouded or if there Is a mixture of raindrops of very different sizes. Cameras in War Time. To France probably belongs the credit of using the camern for war purposes in n most satisfactory manner at a time when it was of tbo utmost impor tance. When Paris was besieged com munication with the outside world was had only by means of balloons and carrier pigeons. Tlio dispatches sent by the carrier pigeons wore photo graphed on small films, which could be attached to the feathers of tlio 1 birds, and in this way a single bird could carry thousands of words. Like wise the aeronauts who hovered over Paris used the camera for photograph ing the different positions of the Prus sians. Those photographs were the first ever taken of nn invading army from a balloon. Profiting by this ex perience the French army and navy have Increased their carrier pigeon and balloon service. Several hundred offi cers In the French army are expert photographers and every engineering corps carries with it complete photo graphic outfits.—Chicago Post, How to Prove a Diamond'. Worth. In detecting a false gem from a gen uine, the X-ray can be relied on with absolute certainty. Diamonds, as Is well known, are pure carbon; am] carbon, which Is opaque to ordinary light, is transparent to the Roentgen l light, while glass, which Is transparent to ordinary light, is opaque to the,, Roentgen ray. On an X-ray photo graph of a real diamond nothing will show hut the shadow of the gold set ting. An interesting experiment was made recently In watching with the aid of an X-ray machine and a fluoreseope, mo tions carried on Inside an opaque body. A goose was fed with food mixed with snbnitrate of bismuth salt, which absorbs the X-ray. The passage of the food down the long neck of the goose eonld be plainly traced by the moving shadow cast on the fiuorcscope screen.—Leslie's .Monthly, Land Without Newspaper.,* The overworked and sufferers from nervous prostration will find a real haven of rest in Korea. There is no such thing as a novel or a newspaper in the land. No regular story writer is known to have lived there for 1000 years. Education consists in a knowl edge of the Immortal Chinese classics. So sacred are printed books to the Koreans that they cannot be tossed about or trodden upon without offend ing the gods.
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