XII.

ONE Saturday afternoon Mrs Fraser and Donald were walking down Broadway, when they came opposite St. Paul's Church. Here is to be found one of the most remarkable contrasts in the great city. A heavy iron railing encloses the area in front of the church. On the outside of this is the great thoroughfare, the walk crowded with human beings pushing and jostling each other; while on the inside, all undisturbed by the noise and excitement, sleep in quiet repose the dead of more than two hundred years.

The living and the dead are seldom brought into such close proximity. The dead think not of those who are rushing past in such eager haste, and scarcely more do the living think, as they pass along, of those who so near sleep their last sleep.

In front of this iron railing there were a great

many things for sale, such as collars for dogs, ballads, maps, toys, fruit, etc.

Among these merchants there was one differing so much from the others as at once to absorb Donald's attention. He was dressed in thin blue cotton cloth, and had on his feet clumsy wooden shoes. His hair was very long and carefully braided into a cue, which hung down his back for nearly a yard.

He was a Chinaman, and had in front of him a little table or stand, on which was a box of cigars and beside the box a bunch of paper light

ers.

"Mother, do see that curious-looking man!" said Donald, as he held her hand firmly, causing her to stop a moment just in front of where the Chinese cigar merchant was standing.

"That man is from China,-from the other side of the world," said his mother, "and I doubt if he can speak a word of English; but we will talk to him and see."

They spoke to him accordingly, but he only shook his head, and looked bewildered. The box of cigars was labelled with a rather grotesque figure 5, meaning that they were sold for five cents each. When a customer came along, he