n in China should result in
measures of tariff reprisal, restored the old status, and
the Chinese students returned, having carried their point.

Just as deep a sentiment has been aroused among my
countrymen by your exclusion laws. We see the immigrants
pour into your land from all countries by thousands every
week; while not only is the law-abiding, industrious
Chinaman desirous of making a living unable to come in with
these others, but our most refined and intelligent men
cannot get the mere passports for travel that they can
readily get in any other country.

China now knows her resources and her rights. There will be
no more invasions of China, for she is ready to defend
herself with cannon and with sword, if necessary.

When Mr. Kang was asked about the dreaded outbreaks against foreigners he
replied with apparent conviction that there would be no more Boxer
rebellions. In his view, education is rapidly conquering the form of
ignorance in which anti-foreign movements have their root.

AN EXILE.

By ADAH ISAACS MENKEN.

Adah Isaacs Menken was one of those restless spirits who suffer from their
own unsatisfying versatility. Daughter of a Spanish Jew and a Frenchwoman,
she was born, Dolores Adios Fuertes, near New Orleans, June 15, 1835. At
the age of seven years she made a successful stage appearance as a dancer.
She became very popular, especially at Havana, where she was known as
"Queen of the Plaza." At twenty she was married to Alexander Isaacs
Menken, at Galveston, Texas, retired from the stage, and published a
volume of poems, "Memories." Divorced from her husband, she returned to
the stage in 1858, but soon abandoned it to study sculpture.

In 1859 she was married to John C. Heenan, the pugilist, from whom she was
divorced three years later. Twice again she was married before her death,
at Paris, August 10, 1868. In the tragedy of misdirected genius she filled
a pathetic role.

Where is the promise of my years
Once written on my brow--
Ere errors, agonies, and fears
Brought with them all that speak in tears,
Ere I had sunk beneath my peers--
Where sleeps that promise now?

Naught lingers to redeem those hours
Still, still to memory sweet;
The flowers that bloomed in sunny bowers
Are withered all, and Evil towers
Supreme above her sister powers
Of Sorrow and Deceit.

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