Faces of Guangyuan. Here are some (previously unseen) photographs from late-nineteenth century Sichuan, China. They come from the unpublished journals of missionary Florence Beauchamp, and I’ll add some more when I can. [1/?]

[2/?] Florence and Montagu Beauchamp were missionaries for the (Protestant) China Inland Mission. The story of how they got there is pretty special, but you may need to wait for my forthcoming book to see what I mean! For now, there’s this:
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Florence had guests pose for photos in their courtyard. This is Song Dalaoye [宋(?)大老爷], the ‘mayor’ of Guanyuan: ‘He is in his robe of office and chain of official rank, and is holding his hand painted silk fan. His man servant holds his tobacco pipe ready for use.’ [3/?]
At Spring Festival, Montagu went to the Yamen (official residence) 'to photo the 'big man' as he came out in his open chair… At the riverside amidst the letting off of crackers, [he] gets out of his chair and prostrates himself in worship of the coming Spring.’ [4/?]
These men might (might!) be Yamen ‘runners’, (probably unpaid) assistants of Song Dalaoye or the magistrate. Runners were despised by foreigners and Chinese alike, ‘squeeze’ (i.e. corruption) being their only means of survival. [5/?]
In Zhaohua (昭化, to the south), Mrs & Mrs ‘Thunder’ were working as evangelists. We ‘had a good time among the people. Mrs Thunder and I spent our mornings and afternoons visiting in the houses and everywhere we received a hearty welcome from the women.’ [6/?]
Mr. Tian 'used to be a gaoler in the prison here. According to his own account he used to be a very bad character, torturing the prisoners to extract money from them. He was an opium smoker and came here in the first place to break off… Do pray for him.’ [7/?]
‘There are a great many Mahomedans in this city… they never intermarry with the heathen, nor will they eat with them. In dress and general manner of life they are quite Chinese and only their religious customs and ceremonies differ.’ [8/?]
A ‘party of Tibetans came through [Guangyuan] on their way to [Beijing] to pay tribute. A few of the suite came here… The Chinese thought we must be able to understand his words because they sounded exactly like ours - English and Tibetan being equally outlandish…’ [9/?]

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Lyrics:

When we lift the covers from our feelings
We expose our insecure spots
Trust is just as rare as devotion —
Forgive us our cynical thoughts
If we need too much attention —
Not content with being cool
We must throw ourselves wide open
And start acting like a fool

If we need too much approval
Then the cuts can seem too cruel

Right to the heart of the matter
Right to the beautiful part
Illusions are painfully shattered
Right where discovery starts
In the secret wells of emotion
Buried deep in our hearts

It’s true that love can change us
But never quite enough
Sometimes we are too tender
Sometimes we’re too tough
If we get too much attention
It gets hard to overrule
So often fragile power turns
To scorn and ridicule
Sometimes our big splashes
Are just ripples in the pool

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Once upon a time there was a Raja named Uttānapāda born of Svayambhuva Manu,1st man on earth.He had 2 beautiful wives - Suniti & Suruchi & two sons were born of them Dhruva & Uttama respectively.
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Now Suniti was the daughter of a tribal chief while Suruchi was the daughter of a rich king. Hence Suruchi was always favored the most by Raja while Suniti was ignored. But while Suniti was gentle & kind hearted by nature Suruchi was venomous inside.
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The story is of a time when ideally the eldest son of the king becomes the heir to the throne. Hence the sinhasan of the Raja belonged to Dhruva.This is why Suruchi who was the 2nd wife nourished poison in her heart for Dhruva as she knew her son will never get the throne.


One day when Dhruva was just 5 years old he went on to sit on his father's lap. Suruchi, the jealous queen, got enraged and shoved him away from Raja as she never wanted Raja to shower Dhruva with his fatherly affection.


Dhruva protested questioning his step mother "why can't i sit on my own father's lap?" A furious Suruchi berated him saying "only God can allow him that privilege. Go ask him"