Best Fantasy Stories

Twenty-Sixth Evening

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