Twenty-Sixth Evening"Last night I looked down upon a town in China," said the
Moon. "My beams irradiated the n***d walls that form the streets
there. Now and then, certainly, a door is seen; but it is locked,
for what does the c******n care about the outer world? Close wooden
shutters covered the windows behind the walls of the houses; but
through the windows of the temple a faint light glimmered. I looked
in, and saw the quaint decorations within. From the floor to the
ceiling pictures are painted, in the most glaring colours, and
richly gilt—pictures representing the deeds of the gods here on
earth. In each niche statues are placed, but they are almost
entirely hidden by the coloured drapery and the banners that hang
down. Before each idol (and they are all made of tin) stood
