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missionary spirit, so persuaded of the are fired by the newest conception of truth and value of his beliefs, that he social relations. As one of the most rushes into print with them instantly. marked characteristics of Count Tolstoy There they are, all ready for those who lies in infusing his own personality into do not sympathize with him to use as every word he writes, it is only natural missiles when he gets a new inspira
new inspira- that these people should adopt him as tion. Change of opinion is generally their guide. It is not the fault of any progress. Continuity, an absolute lack
one in particular that he has abandoned of change, means stagnation and death a doctrine by the time others have masin the mental as well as in the physical tered it. The only refuge is in the cry world. As the count is impressible and of Hamlet: reads much, his reading and meditation are fruitful of novelties, which he brave
“The time is out of joint; O cursed spite !
That ever I was born to set it right." ly submits to the judgment of the world without pausing to consider whether Thus much I think I may say of the they coincide with his other utterances home life of the famous Russian writer or not. That he does not always ex without sinning against the duties impress his abstract ideas clearly is the posed by the frank and cordial hospiinevitable result of the lack of philo tality for which we are indebted to the sophical training
family. It has seemed time to enter But enthusiastic souls who grieve over a protest against various misrepresentathe imperfections in the present organi- tions and misconceptions in regard to zation of society are always waiting for them which are current. In conclusion, some one of warmer zeal to lead them. I beg leave to explain that my spelling Such persons perceive the ideal side of of the name is that used by themselves every argument, interpret doctrines with
when writing in English, and in print their hearts, not with their heads, and upon their French cards.
Isabel F. Hapgood.
A NOVEMBER PRAIRIE.
The sun rose up in drear and sullen state
The day draws on, the cold still fiercer grows,
Katharine T. Prescott.
THE CHIEF CITY OF THE PROVINCE OF THE GODS.
tremulously mirroring everything upon
its further side, glimmers the broad The first of the noises of a Matsue glassy mouth of the Õhashigawa, openday comes to the sleeper like the throb- ing into the grand Shinji Lake, which bing of a slow, enormous pulse exactly spreads out broadly to the right in a dim under his ear. It is a great, soft, dull gray frame of peaks. Just opposite to buffet of sound, like a heartbeat in its me, across the stream, the blue-pointed regularity, in its muffled depth, in the Japanese dwellings have their to all way it quakes up through one's pillow closed ; they are still shut up like boxes,
, so as to be felt rather than heard. It for it is not yet sunrise, although it is is simply the pounding of the ponderous day. pestle of the kometsuke, the cleaner of But oh the charm of the vision, rice, a sort of colossal wooden mallet those first ghostly love-colors of a mornwith a handle about fifteen feet long. ing steeped in mist soft as sleep itself, horizontally balanced on a pivot. By resolved into a visible exhalation! Long treading with all his force on the end reaches of faintly tinted vapor cloud the of the handle, the naked kometsuke ele- far lake verge, — long nebulous bands vates the pestle, which is then allowed such as you may have seen in old Japto fall back by its own weight into the anese picture - books, and must have rice-tub. The measured muffled echo- deemed only artistic whimsicalities uning of its fall seems to me the most less you had previously looked upon the pathetic of all sounds of Japanese life; real phenomena. All the bases of the it is the beating, indeed, of the Pulse of mountains are veiled by them, and they the Land.
stretch athwart the loftier peaks at difThen the boom of the great bell of ferent heights like immeasurable lengths Tokoji, the Zen-shu temple, shakes over of gauze (this singular appearance the the town; then come melancholy echoes Japanese term “shelving"), so that the of drumming from the tiny little temple lake appears incomparably larger than of Jizo in the street Zaimokucho, near it really is, and not an actual lake, but my house, signaling the Buddhist hour a beautiful spectral sea of the same tint of morning prayer. And finally the cries as the dawn - sky and mixing with it, of the earliest itinerant venders begin, while peak - tips rise like islands from
“ Daikoyai! kabuya-kabu ! ” — the the brume, and visionary strips of hill: sellers of daikon and other strange ve ranges figure as league-long causeways getables.“ Moya-moya!” - the plain- stretching out of sight, - an exquisite tive call of the women who sell little chaos, ever changing aspect as the delithin slips of kindling-wood for the light- cate fogs rise, slowly, very slowly. As ing of charcoal fires.
the sun's yellow rim comes into sight, fine thin lines of warmer tone spectral violets and opalines
shoot across Roused thus by these earliest sounds the flood, treetops take tender fire, and of the city's wakening life, I slide open the unpainted façades of high edifices my little Japanese paper window to look across the water change their wood-color out upon the morning over a soft green
1 Thick solid sliding shutters of unpainted cloud of spring foliage rising from the wood, which in Japanese houses serve both as river-bounded garden below. Before me, shutters and doors.
to vapory gold through the delicious only, clapping their hands; yet many haze.
turn also to the West, to holy Kitzuki, Looking sunward, up the long Õhashi- the immemorial shrine; and not a few gawa, beyond the many-pillared wooden turn their faces successively to all the bridge, one high-pooped junk, just hoist- points of heaven, murmuring the names ing sail, seems to me the most fantas of a hundred gods; and others, again, tically beautiful craft I ever saw, after having saluted the Lady of Fire, dream of Orient seas, so idealized by the look toward high Ichibata, toward the vapor is it; the ghost of a junk, but a place of the great temple of Yakushighost that catches the light as clouds Nyorai, who giveth sight to the blind, do; a shape of gold mist, seemingly semi - not clapping their hands as in Shinto diaphanous, and suspended in pale blue worship, but only rubbing the palms light.
softly together after the Buddhist man
But all — for in this most antique And now from the river-front touch- province of Japan all Buddhists are ing my garden there rises to me a sound Shintoists likewise - utter the archaic of clapping of hands, - one, two, three,
words of Shinto prayer:
“ Harai tamai four claps, — but the owner of the hands Kiyome tamai to Kami imi tami.” is screened from view by the shrubbery. Prayer to the most ancient gods who At the same time, however, I see men reigned before the coming of the Budand women descending the stone steps dha, and who still reign here in their of the wharves on the opposite side of own Izumo-land, - in the Land of Reed the Ohashigawa, all with little blue tow Plains, in the Place of the Issuing of els tucked into their girdles. They wash Clouds ; prayer to the deities of primal their faces and hands and rinse their chaos and primeval sea and of the beginmouths, — the customary ablution pre- nings of the world, — strange gods with liminary to Shinto prayer. Then they long weird names, kindred of U-hiji-niturn their faces to the sunrise and clap no-Kami, the First Mud-Lord, kindred their hands four times and
From of Su-hiji-ni-no-Kami, the First Sandthe long high white bridge come other Lady; prayer to those who came after clappings, like echoes, and others again them, - the gods of strength and beaufrom far, light, graceful craft, curved ty, the world-fashioners, makers of the like new moons,
extraordinary boats, mountains and the isles, ancestors of in which I see bare-limbed fishermen those sovereigns whose lineage still is standing with foreheads bowed to the named “The Sun's Succession ;”
prayer golden East. Now the clappings multi to the Three Thousands Gods 6 resid. ply,-- multiply at last into an almost ing within the provinces," and to the continuous volleying of sharp sounds. Eight Hundred Myriads who dwell in For all the population are saluting the the azure Takama - no - hara, in the rising sun, - - Hi - San, the Lady of blue Plain of High Heaven. “ NipponFire, Ama-terasu -oho-mi-Kami, the koku-chū - yaoyorozu - no-Kami - gamiLady of the Great Light.“ Konnichi, sama!” Sama! Hail this day to thee, divinest Day-Maker! Thanks unutterable unto “Ho-ke-kyo !” thee for this thy sweet light, making My uguisu is awake at last, and utbeautiful the world!” So, doubtless, ters his morning prayer. You do not the thought, if not the utterance, of know what an uguisu is? An uguisu countless hearts. Some turn to the sun is a holy little bird that professes Bud
1 Ama-terasu-oho-mi-Kami literally signifies (See Professor Chamberlain's translation of the the Heaven-Shining-Great-August-Divinity.” Kojiki.)
dhism. All uguisu have professed Bud how so powerful and penetrating a sodhism from time immemorial ; all uguisu prano could ripple from so minute a preach alike to men the excellence of throat; for he is one of the very tiniest the divine Sutra.
of all feathered singers, yet his chant “ Ho-ke-kyo!”
can be heard far across the broad river, In the Japanese tongue, Ho-ke-kyō; and children going to school pause daily in Sanscrit, Saddharma - Pundarika : on the bridge, a whole cho away, to lis“ The Sutra of the Lotus of the Good ten to his song. And uncomely withal : Law," the divine book of the Nichiren a neutral-tinted mite, almost lost in his sect. Very brief indeed is my little immense box-cage of hinoki wood, darkfeathered Buddhist's confession of faith, ened with paper screens over its little
only the sacred name reiterated over wire-grated windows, for he loves the and over again like a litany, with liquid gloom. bursts of twittering between.
Delicate he is and exacting even to “Ho-ke-kyo!"
tyranny. All his diet must be laboriOnly this one phrase, but how delicious- ously triturated and weighed in scales, ly he utters it! With what slow amorous and measured out to him at precisely ecstasy he dwells upon its golden sylla- the same hour each day. It demands bles !
all possible care and attention merely It hath been written : “He who shall to keep him alive. He is precious neverkeep, read, teach, or write this Sutra shall theless. “Far and from the uttermost obtain eight hundred good qualities of coasts is the price of him," so rare he the Eye. He shall see the whole Triple is. Indeed, I could not have afforded to Universe down to the great hell Aviki, buy him. He was sent to me by one of and up to the extremity of existence. the sweetest ladies in Japan, daughter He shall obtain twelve hundred good of the governor of Izumo, who, thinking qualities of the Ear. He shall hear all the foreign teacher might feel lonesome sounds in the Triple Universe, — sounds during a brief illness, made him the exof gods, goblins, demons, and beings not quisite gift of this dainty creature. human."
A single word only. But it is also The clapping of hands has ceased; written : " He who shall joyfully accept the toil of the day begins ; continually but a single word from this Sutra, in- louder and louder the pattering of getas calculably greater shall be his merit over the bridge. It is a sound never to than the merit of one who should sup- be forgotten, this pattering of getas over ply all beings in the four hundred thou- the Ohashi, — rapid, merry, musical, like sand Asankhyeyas of worlds with all the the sound of an enormous dance; and necessaries for happiness.”
a dance it veritably is. The whole pop"Ho-ke-kyo !”
ulation is moving on tiptoe, and the Always he makes a reverent little multitudinous twinkling of feet over the pause after uttering it and before shrill- verge of the sunlit roadway is an astoning out his ecstatic warble,
his bird- ishment. All those feet are small, symhymn of praise. First the warble; then metrical, — light as the feet of figures a pause of about five seconds; then a painted on Greek vases, — and the step slow, sweet, solemn utterance of the is always taken toes first; indeed, with holy name in a tone as of meditative getas it could be taken no other way, wonder; then another pause; then an for the heel touches neither the geta other wild, rich, passionate warble. nor the ground, and the foot is tilted Could you see him, you would marvel forward by the wedge-shaped wooden
sole. Merely to stand upon a pair of The Hotoke, or Buddhas, and the getas is difficult for one unaccustomed beneficent Kami are not the only divinto their use, yet you see Japanese chil- ities worshiped by the Japanese of the dren running at full speed in getas with poorer classes. The deities of evil, or soles at least two inches high, held to at least some of them, are duly propitiatthe foot only by a forestrap fastened ed upon certain occasions, and requited between the great toe and the other by offerings whenever they graciously toes, and they never trip and the geta vouchsafe to inflict a temporary ill innever falls off. Still more curious is stead of an irremediable misfortune. the spectacle of men walking in bokkuri (After all, this is no more irrational or takageta, a wooden sole with wooden than the thanksgiving prayer at the supports at least five inches high fitted close of the hurricane season in the underneath it so as to make the whole West Indies, after the destruction by structure seem the lacquered model of a storm of twenty-two thousand lives.) wooden bench. But the wearers stride So men sometimes pray to Ekibiogami, as freely as if they had nothing upon the God of Pestilence, and to Kaze-notheir feet.
Kami, the God of Wind and of Bad Now children begin to appear, hurry- Colds, and to Hoso-no-Kami, the God ing to school. The undulation of the of Smallpox, and to divers evil genii. wide sleeves of their pretty speckled Now when a person is certainly gorobes, as they run, looks precisely like ing to get well of smallpox a feast is a fluttering of extraordinary butterflies. given to the Hoso-no-Kami, much as a The junks spread their great white or feast is given to the Fox-God when a yellow wings, and the funnels of the possessing fox has promised to allow little steamers which have been slumber- himself to be cast out. Upon a sandoing all night by the wharves begin to wara, or small straw mat, such as is used smoke.
to close the end of a rice-bale, one or One of the tiny lake steamers lying more kawaraki, or small earthenware at the opposite wharf has just opened vessels, are placed. These are filled its steam-throat to utter the most un- with a preparation of rice and red beans imaginable, piercing, desperate, furious called adzukimeshi, whereof both Inarihowl. When that cry is heard every- Sama and Hoso-no-Kami are supposed body laughs. The other little steam- to be very fond. Little bamboo wands boats utter only plaintive mooings, but with gohei (paper cuttings) fastened to unto this particular vessel — newly built them are then planted either in the mat and launched by a rival company or in the adzukimeshi, and the color of there has been given a voice expressive these gohei must be red. (Be it obto the most amazing degree of reckless served that the gohei of other Kami are hostility and savage defiance. The good always white.) This offering is then people of Matsue, upon hearing its voice either suspended to a tree, or set afloat for the first time, gave it forth with a in some running stream at a consideranew and just name,
Okami-Marn. ble distance from the home of the con“Marn" signifies a steamship. “ Oka valescent. This is called “seeing the mi” signifies a wolf.
The long white bridge with its pillars A very
curious little object now comes of iron is recognizably modern. It was, slowly floating down the river, and I do in fact, opened to the public only last not think that you could possibly guess spring with great ceremony. Accordwhat it is.
ing to some most ancient custom, when