CHANG FAT-FAT was his first name, although it was written last, most things being top-side down in China-kept the fire burning by adding fagots, and the villagers thought the Genie was visiting CHANG FAT'S bamboo hut, and they crawled on their hands and feet backwards, beating gongs and firing off shooting-crackers in token of reverence, so that CHANG FAT became an exceedingly high Mandarin.

CHANG FAT, being a gardener, had a great

fondness for plants, and possessed some very beautiful ones, among them a shrub which a Mormon Missionary had given him, called "Tudoces Fragrans." It was covered with a very abundant foliage of glossy green leaves, and bore many thousands of beautifully-scented flowers, that CHANG FAT took great pride in. So he had planted it in a Peach-blow vase of rare workmanship, and kept it in his bamboo hut.

CHANG FAT had a son, CHANG LIN, a careless

fellow, who did nothing but eat and sleep; he would even fall asleep while his father's great friend, the Mormon Pilgrim, was talking; nothing appeared to keep him awake. So careless was he, that one day-it was the first day of the third moon, in the year 1018, about three o'clock in the afternoon-when he was left to watch the fire, and keep it from going out, he piled the fagots high up, and while he was asleep, as usual, the wind blew the fire towards his father's bamboo hut, which was soon in flames.