Across the outer Amoy harbor from Kin Men is the island named Liehyu. Enemy batteries from Amoy can rake all sections of the island. In order to reach the most advance lookout posts, I had to crawl to avoid being seen by machine gunners across the waters. The Liehyu church is a lovely brick building with a white spire. But a direct hit by Communist artillery had removed the roof and gutted the interior. The Christians in Liehyu are few in number—between fifty and one hundred, the commanding general told me. They must worship in their homes now; they have no regular pastor.

The original family who had begun to build a palace to rival Nonesuch had died out before they had put up little more than the gateway, so that the actual structure which had come down to posterity retained the secret magic of a promise rather than the overpowering splendour of a great architectural achievement.

If, with these symptoms, are heard gratings of the teeth, irregular appetite, and sudden ebullitions of temper we may reasonably conclude that parasites are irritating the intestines and should be gotten rid of.

Further, in making him a slave, he does not merely unhumanize one individual, but UNIVERSAL MAN. He destroys the foundations.