Just a Cycle ago, a gentleman came on board the ship 'Citizen,' as she anchored at Lintin, China, from New York, to hear the latest news she may have brought—125 days old!—the interval was a short one at that time.

Such as Canton then was in its commercial, social, and domestic life it has been for two generations a sealed book; nor will the world ever see its like again! May those who now seek China Opened be as well received, as little molested, as much protected, as were those over whom the Ægis of treaties never existed, and as bountifully rewarded as those whose enterprise led them to what was then a 'mysterious land.'

It is now, through the untiring encouragement and assistance of the gentleman above referred to (and who will, I trust, excuse my naming him)—Robert B. Forbes, Esq., of Boston, U.S.A.—that I have reproduced in the foregoing pages the days of Old Canton, with which we became familiar; regretting that to restore those scenes—all of which we saw, and part of which we were—it fell not to a more able pen.