. Diaries and letters. *OR the last time I see his faceagain, as he lies upon his bedof death,—white-robed fromneck to feet,—white-girdledfor his shadowy journey,—but smiling with closed eyes in almost thesame queer gentle way he was wont to smileat class on learning- the explanation of someseeming riddle in our difficult English tongue.Only, methinks, the smile is sweeter now,as with sudden larger kriowledge of moremysterious things. So sniiles, through duskof incense in the great temple of Tokoji, thegolden face of Buddha. [li] I. more mysterious things A));t)L V^^|§ i J i S b^ — 225 — Jffi

. Diaries and letters. *OR the last time I see his faceagain, as he lies upon his bedof death,—white-robed fromneck to feet,—white-girdledfor his shadowy journey,—but smiling with closed eyes in almost thesame queer gentle way he was wont to smileat class on learning- the explanation of someseeming riddle in our difficult English tongue.Only, methinks, the smile is sweeter now,as with sudden larger kriowledge of moremysterious things. So sniiles, through duskof incense in the great temple of Tokoji, thegolden face of Buddha. [li] I. more mysterious things A));t)L V^^|§ i J i S b^ — 225 — Jffi Stock Photo
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. Diaries and letters. *OR the last time I see his faceagain, as he lies upon his bedof death, —white-robed fromneck to feet, —white-girdledfor his shadowy journey, —but smiling with closed eyes in almost thesame queer gentle way he was wont to smileat class on learning- the explanation of someseeming riddle in our difficult English tongue.Only, methinks, the smile is sweeter now, as with sudden larger kriowledge of moremysterious things. So sniiles, through duskof incense in the great temple of Tokoji, thegolden face of Buddha. [li] I. more mysterious things A));t)L V^^|§ i J i S b^ — 225 — JffiiSo : i up s/Ji5Hr-list /-. : i ^i: £% — 226 —. XXIV December 23, 189I. T^HE great bell of Tokoji, isbooming for the meniorialservice, —for the tsuito-kwaiof Yokogi/—slowly and regu-larly as a minute-gun.^ Pealon peal of its rich bronze thunder shakes overthe roofs of the town, and breaks in deep sobsof sound against the green circle of the hills. It is a touching service, this tsuito-kwai, withquaint ceremonies which, although long sinceadopted into Japanese Buddhism, are ofChinese origin and are beautiful. It is also acostly ceremony; and the parents of Yokogiare very poor. But all the expenses have - 227 - 2. ..Tiinutcgun ^m^MAfM.^^-^%V--^0 — 228 — been paid by voluntary subscription of studentsand teachers. Priests from every greattemple of the Zen sect in Izumo have assem-bled at Tokoji, All the teachers of the cityand all the students have entered the hon:1oof the huge temple, and taken their places tothe right and to the left of the high altar, —kneeling on the matted floor, and leaving, onthe long