were most anxious I should go with them—I believe even the prisoner wanted it—but I was horrified when I realised the thing, and that the smiling, cigarette-smoking wretch was going to his death! To the great disappointment of my coolie I turned back ere we reached the place. There was something so careless and callous about it all—on this lovely, bright, sunshiny day, too. But it is a fact that death has little terror for a Chinaman, and this one did not seem to realise what it meant.
On the Leal Senado (Municipal Chambers) is an inscription—" Cidade do nome de Deos näo ha ontra mats leal," which is, "City of the name of God, there is none more loyal." This inscription was placed there by command of King Dom Joäo IV., at the time of the restoration of the Portuguese Monarchy, as a recognition of the loyalty of the Macaenses in giving their allegiance to Portugal instead of to Spain.
Mr. Chun Fong, a Chinese millionaire, has a fine house on the Praya Granda and a country house at the village of Wong Mo-Tsai, which was his native place. His history shows how much the world is alike everywhere.
As a poor country lad he went to California, and from there to the Sandwich Islands, where he amassed a fortune, becoming, according to the tale, the wealthiest man there. After forty years' absence he returned to his native place, purchased land, and built himself a beautiful house surrounded by fine gardens, and no doubt was ambitious of founding a family and becoming a personage.
But the great attraction for me, and what really had brought me to Macao, was Camoëns' garden and grotto. Here I spent many pleasant hours with his great poem in my hand. The
