MY IDEALED JOHN BULLESSES 
 
A LITTLE PILGRIMAGE 
 IN ITALY 
 
 OLAVE M. POTTER 
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MY IDEALED 
 JOHN BULLESSES 
 
 BY 
 
 YOSHIO MARKING 
 
 AUTHOR OF '^A JAPANESE ARTIST IN LONDON'* 
 
 ILLUSTRATED 
 
 LONDON 
 
 CONSTABLE & COMPANY LTD. 
 1912 
 
INTRODUCTION 
 
 JOHN BULLESS is my home-made English for 
 -^{^ the English woman 1 It was such long, long 
 ^ ages ago when most of my worshipful John Bulless 
 friends were not yet born, and I too was such a 
 little kid, that my father went to Kob6 or Yoko- 
 ^ hama (I forget which) and brought back a chromo- 
 ILlithograph picture. So far as I remember, it was 
 ^ given him by some Dutch officer. 
 
 The picture was a portrait of a most beautiful 
 girl of . about eighteen. Her chestnut-coloured 
 hair was divided in the middle and waved down 
 on both sides of a well-formed white forehead. 
 She opened her big round and blue eyes and looked 
 a little sideway, while her crescent-like eyebrows 
 came down nearly to the level of her eyelids. 
 Her nose was short and high with such a nice form 
 — perhaps a little turned up, what the Parisians 
 call Le Nez Montmartre. Her rosy lips were 
 broken with a sweet smile and showed her white 
 teeth inside. 
 
 My father framed this picture and hanged it on 
 Tokonoma. This was the very first European 
 
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 INTRODUCTION 
 
 picture of any sort to have invaded into my village. 
 All the villagers used to come and beg us, " Please 
 honourably allow us a glance upon that honourable 
 foreign young lady." My father told every one of 
 them, " You see this young lady is half naked, be- 
 cause she is going to have a bath/' But now I 
 know she was in an evening dress. 
 
 The men and women, young and old, rich and 
 poor, all of them worshipped this picture. Some of 
 them exclaimed, " Could it be possible that such a 
 beautiful woman is existing in the same world 
 where we live ? Could she be an ordinary human ? 
 No, she must be either goddess or witch I " My 
 father often said, " I am glad we haven't such a girl 
 in our village, or else whole villagers would be 
 turned into insane, through the girl 1 " 
 
 I myself was only six or seven, but I could not 
 get away from this picture. It seemed to me this 
 girl was always beckoning me, whenever I looked 
 at it from distance, and I always went under the 
 picture and bowed down to pay my homage to her. 
 
 A little later on, my house was almost bank- 
 rupted and 1 had to depart from my dear home. 
 I don't remember what has become of this picture 
 then. Anyhow, my life began so busy for study- 
 ing as well as for struggling against my own 
 poverty. At the same time I began to forget this 
 picture altogether. 
 
INTRODUCTION 
 
 vii 
 
 Strange to say, my childish impression on that 
 picture has been strongly revived again ever since 
 I came to England. Indeed, some John Bullesses 
 are more beautiful than that picture, and moreover 
 they have wonderful intelligence and Sweet Sym- 
 pathy. I feel much flattered to be befriended 
 by many of these John Bullesses. 
 
 My childish Ideal is realised by them at last ! 
 That is why I call this book My Idealed John 
 Bullesses. My chapters will be exclusively about 
 my own personal friends. 
 
 There are two ways to observe this world. One 
 Is to see everything all over, but very roughly. 
 Those tourists often do this way when they travel 
 all over the world in a short limited time. Another 
 way is to limit the ground of observation, but to 
 see every detail very carefully. I always choose 
 the latter way. It is just like an astronomer sur- 
 veying the sky from the inside of a well. He 
 cannot observe the sky more than that circle of the 
 size of the well. But the sun, the moon, and the 
 stars which he sees from the well are the same sun, 
 moon, and stars you see on the open field. 
 
 The British Empire is very large, while my 
 own social circle is as small as the size of a well. 
 I sincerely admit my observation is so narrow. 
 The Reader, you may laugh at me. There must 
 be many other kind women in England whom I so 
 
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 INTRODUCTION 
 
 unluckily have not yet met. But if any John 
 Bulless has passed within my own small circle, I 
 have never been too lazy to observe her. This 
 is another reason why I call my book My Idealed 
 John Bullesses and I dare not call it All English 
 Women. 
 
 Generally 1 write down the full names of all my 
 friends in my book. But exceptionally in this 
 book I omit their names, for I know most of my 
 John Bulless friends would be too much bashful if 
 their full names were spoken, and that is the 
 sweetest part of the woman's nature. How could I 
 be so savage to injure their sweet nature ? 
 
 Only one thing I want to tell the reader. In 
 this book, there will be no dummy figure or my 
 own hypothesis whatever, but they are all sketches 
 from the real living John Bullesses who are sisters 
 to you. 
 
 When the above introduction appeared on The 
 English Review some friends brought me a Press- 
 cutting. It was a criticism on this preface. It ran 
 thus : — 
 
 " The English Review publishes a quaint article by 
 Mr. Yoshio Markino, who styles it ^ My Idealed 
 John Bullesses.' By this account Japanese men, 
 and women also, feel an instinctive admiration for 
 English beauty. Mr. Markino tells how his father 
 
INTRODUCTION 
 
 ix 
 
 obtained the portrait of a fair-haired girl, somehow, 
 ^ and all the villagers, men and women, young and 
 old, rich and poor, worshipped this picture. Some 
 exclaimed, Is it possible that such a beautiful 
 woman is existing in the same world where we 
 live ? " ' This is very curious. Professor Karl 
 Pearson will be interested. It is a practical refuta- 
 tion of his theory, worked out so minutely, with 
 such surprising illustrations, that human instinct 
 unconsciously obeys the law of ^ like to like.' He 
 admits that there are exceptions, as we all have 
 observed ; indeed, proverbial philosophy assumes 
 that the law runs just the other way, and like seeks 
 unlike. But no man who has studied Professor 
 Pearson's facts and figures can believe this, at any 
 rate. The Japanese people may be an exception. 
 Upon the other hand, we distinctly recollect a 
 lecture at the London Institution, some years ago, 
 by a Japanese professor of eminence, who thought- 
 fully considered why his young countrymen study- 
 ing here and in the United States were so long in 
 recognising any beauty at all in the European type 
 of womanhood. But perhaps they differ from the 
 villagers. Again, however, Pierre Loti's frank 
 description of * Madame Chrysantheme's ' anatomy 
 forcibly suggests that men who admire that style 
 could not possibly appreciate the very different 
 formation of our countrywomen — putting face 
 
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 INTRODUCTION 
 
 aside. But we do not venture to form an opinion 
 on a matter of which we have no experience." 
 
 My friend asked me seriously if I did write 
 untruthful things about my villagers. I sighed 
 and lamented bitterly. How some so-called sciences 
 stupidify people, even till they begin to suspect 
 the unvarnished truth ! I have not read Professor 
 Pearson's book yet, and I shall never read it either, 
 for I hate reading books. However, I trust Pro- 
 fessor Pearson to be a great scientist. I do not 
 intend by any means to attack earnest scientists 
 who are incessantly trying to discover the law of 
 the nature. Sincerely I pay much respect to them. 
 Only I am astonished that there are many people 
 who do nothing but follow after the theory of a few 
 books which they have read, and they ignore the 
 true facts which are before their eyes. May I call 
 these people " Second-Class Brains " ? (If not 
 Third-Class !) How much this class of people is 
 giving damage against the progress of this world ! 
 Open the pages of History and see ! Columbus 
 would not have had the great difficulty to prepare 
 his voyage of discovering America if only those 
 Second-Class Brains had not interfered ! Nor 
 would there have been such a long, unnecessary 
 bloody war between the Catholics and Protestants ! 
 1 have not enough spare pages here to mention 
 all those stupid troubles which were brought for- 
 
INTRODUCTION 
 
 xi 
 
 ward by the Second-Class Brains. If I speak about 
 those old histories which have shown the results 
 plainly enough, everybody (even the Third-Class 
 Brain) agrees and says, "Yes, yes, yes.'' But how 
 many people are really recognising what the world 
 is doing now 'i What cause is it making and what 
 result is coming ? 
 
 The Parliamentary system to decide everything 
 by the majority of numbers sounds very fair, but 
 suppose there is only one very rare First-Class 
 Brain among nine other fools, how would the 
 Parliamentary system act then } 
 
 The nine Blinds would push the one clear-sighted 
 man into a ditch, and then they would drown 
 themselves too. They will die without repenting. 
 Only the people of a few centuries later will laugh 
 at their ancestors, and they themselves will repeat 
 the same foolishness again. I always say books 
 ought to rescue those Second-Class Brains from 
 their superstitions, but many books only harden 
 their superstitious hearts even more instead. 
 
 Here I must give the reader an old story. Once 
 upon a time there was a farmer who believed 
 fox-story (some superstitious people thought the 
 fox transfigured itself into a human). He had a 
 walk in a lonely mountain, and met with a man. 
 The farmer shouted in a trembling voice, " You 
 fox 1 How dare you to annoy me like this ? " 
 
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 INTRODUCTION 
 
 The man said, " I am not a fox. I am living in 
 that village. So remember my face and come to 
 my house to-morrow. You shall recognise me 
 
 then. Here is my address. My name is " 
 
 " Shut up 1 " the farmer demanded. " You are 
 ruining my faith in fox I Don't speak to me any 
 more, but go into your hole ! " 
 
 The next day that farmer told everybody that 
 he had seen a fox transfigured into a man. 
 
 To me all those Second-Class Brain people are 
 same with this farmer I Now and then I often 
 hear people saying quite thoughtlessly, " West is 
 West and East is East." I am much afraid when 
 this word is impressed strongly into the Second- 
 Class Brains they might bring out a great trouble 
 in this world. That is to say, the war between the 
 different races. 
 
 Even now somebody has already invented the 
 word "yellow Peril," You cannot imagine how 
 this word hurts my heart. Indeed this word itself 
 is eventually inviting most critical bitterness against 
 the Asiatics who are desiring to make a good 
 friendship. Shall we have to see the blood of 
 many innocent souls quite unnecessarily shed by 
 this race question in the end } I wonder how long 
 is this world playing such fool 1 I am earnestly 
 expecting some great scientist to come out and 
 classify us by Ethics and Humanity instead of by 
 
INTRODUCTION 
 
 xiii 
 
 the colours and shapes. He will find us out much 
 same to each other, and there shall be a happy 
 euphony all over the world. 
 
 Perhaps I need some little explanation here why 
 my villagers admired that portrait of the European 
 girl. Firstly, my villagers as well as myself wor- 
 shipped Europe as the most civilised country. 
 When one worships anybody or anything, of course 
 it looks very nice to his or her eyes ! 
 
 Secondly, we have a proverb in Japan, " Nice 
 complexion conceals the other seven faults." We 
 always look upon the white face as the greatest 
 beauty. Even now I myself often have a severe 
 discussion with my John Bulless friends when we 
 talk about beauties, because I choose nicest skin, 
 while they choose clear-cut features. 
 
 These two reasons are enough to have made my 
 villagers worship that portrait. 
 
 When I came to England every John Bulless 
 looked very beautiful. The difficulty for me was 
 that I could not find out their weak points. There 
 is a very good example to prove this. I went to 
 the Earl's Court first year, and I was quite amazed 
 with the English beauties. On the second year 
 I noticed there were not so many beauties as the 
 first year. The third year was still less. The 
 fifth and sixth years were getting less and less, 
 1 asked one of my friends why. She laughed at 
 
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 INTRODUCTION 
 
 me and said, "The women there are always the 
 same, only your eyes are getting sharper ! 
 
 I told this to several Japanese friends, and they 
 all agreed with me. One of them said, " It is true 
 that we cannot distinguish the English women 
 from each other. But they all look only too 
 beautiful to us ! " 
 
 I myself have witnessed several painful cases in 
 California where Japanese are not allowed to marry 
 American women. Many Japanese fell into love 
 with American women and were driven into in- 
 sanity. That happened to two of my intimate 
 friends. One committed suicide, while the other 
 became quite insane, and he was sent to a lunatic 
 asylum in Japan. 
 
 Another instance happened here. A Japanese 
 married with a servant-girl, and he was as proud 
 as if he married a peeress, in spite of the fact that 
 he might easily marry a real peeress in his own 
 country. 
 
 Once or twice I met with some Japanese who 
 denied all English beauty. I believe if one tries 
 the more to classify the taste of beauty, the more 
 exceptions will spring out. After all, this sort of 
 science is exactly like the English Grammar. Oh, 
 how I have been horrified by its " exceptions " ! 
 No beauty-hunters or art-lovers could exist under 
 any human-made narrow rule. 
 
INTRODUCTION 
 
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 Just while I was writing this, one of my Japanese 
 friends came into my room. 1 showed that cutting 
 to him. He looked rather surprised, as he is a 
 great admirer of John Bullesses, too. Next day he 
 brought me the extra number of a Japanese maga- 
 zine — V^ihon-no-'Bijin^ or The Beauty of Japan. 
 
 The editor of the magazine seemed to have had 
 interviews with all eminent professors, officers, and 
 geishas and actors. Several of them claimed that 
 there were no beauties in Japan as in Europe. 
 Here I give the translation of a part of Mr. Gozo 
 Noma's article, who believes Manchurians are the 
 most beautiful in Asia. 
 
 " When I was living in Hokoman (a town in 
 Manchuria) I noticed the women there are very 
 tall, and their skin is so beautiful, almost like the 
 European women. On the f6te day when I saw 
 those beautiful women walking I thought I was in 
 Hyde Park in the season and watching the English 
 ladies. . . 
 
 This is a very good medicine for the Second- 
 Class Brains which are so easily hypnotised by a 
 little scientific book. 
 
CONTENTS 
 
 CHAPTEK PAGB 
 
 L Early Life in Kensington Gardens . . i 
 
 11. Sport and Dancing 15 
 
 III. Social Life 33 
 
 IV. John Bulless as my Teacher . . • S3 
 V. Queen of the John Bullesses . . .68 
 
 VI. Home Life 84 
 
 VII. When the John Bulless looks Prettiest and 
 
 when the John Bulless is Liveliest . 97 
 
 VIII. The Broad-minded John Bulless . .102 
 
 IX. Failure of Love . . * . . .109 
 
 X. Suffragettes 128 
 
 XI. My First Visit to the W.S.P.U. . . 149 
 
 XII. Mrs. Fawcett 158 
 
 XIII. The Suffragette Procession of June, 191 i 163 
 
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LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS 
 
 COLOUR PLATES 
 In London Fog Frontispiece 
 
 FACING PAGE 
 
 Roller Skating 12 
 
 Windsor Castle 70 
 
 Punting on the Thames 88 
 
 Walking in the Street 104 
 
 Reading in Kensington Gardens . . . .120 
 
 LINE DRAWINGS 
 
 Some of my John Bulless Friends . . . viii 
 
 At Kensington Gardens 2 
 
 John Bullesses Playing 17 
 
 John Bullesses Dancing 23 
 
 At the Ballet 28 
 
 Natural History on John Bullesses ... 34 
 
 Shopping 38 
 
 At the Dressmaker's 42 
 
 Outside the Theatre 48 
 
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Lm OF ILLUSTRATIONS 
 
 FACING 
 
 Saturday Evening at Greenwich and Kensal Rise 
 
 PAGE 
 
 54 
 
 Are they the Incarnations of Ibexes? 
 
 
 58 
 
 Energetic John Bullesses in the Rain 
 
 
 02 
 
 Industrious John Bullesses . 
 
 
 00 
 
 Windsor Park 
 
 
 72 
 
 Virginia Water 
 
 
 74 
 
 Queen Adelaide's Tree . , 
 
 
 00 
 
 Old Windsor 
 
 
 82 
 
 At the Albert Hall .... 
 
 
 132 
 
 Votes for Women ..... 
 
 
 142 
 
 At Clement's Inn 
 
 
 156 
 
My Idealed John ^ullesses 
 
 CHAPTER I 
 
 EARLY LIFE IN KENSINGTON GARDENS 
 
 ^T^HE heart of this noisy and busy big London 
 is very pure and most sacred ! There all 
 those little innocent John Bullesses (Bulls as well) 
 go every day to breath the fresh air and to grow 
 up naturally together with the sparrows, peacocks, 
 ducks, and lambs. 
 
 When I arrived in London I found out her 
 heart immediately. I was told that was called 
 Kensington Gardens. The both sides of this heart 
 are London's main arteries and veins. (I always 
 call South Kensington side " arteries " because there 
 red Hammersmith bus passes, and Paddington 
 side " veins," because blue " Union Jack " bus 
 passes there.) The motor-buses with their deafen- 
 ing sounds, taxis with their dazzling speed, the 
 wagon-carts with their heavy wheels, and elegant 
 private carriages and motors are incessantly flowing 
 to and fro. 
 
2 MT WEALED JOHN BULLESSES 
 
 If you stop the circulation of the traffics in these 
 arteries and veins, London cannot live. With 
 some difficulty you can reach to the gates. But 
 no sooner you step into the threshold, than you 
 shall forget all the busy Metropolitan life ! When- 
 ever I go there I wonder how London could have 
 such a sacred heart ! I feel I am some hundreds 
 miles away from the town. I admire the beautiful 
 Serpentine Lake, and I love those benevolent old 
 trees. But what fascinates me most are those little 
 John Bullesses. Their merry ringing voices to 
 call their nurses and comrades are sweeter than the 
 nightingale's songs. Their snow-white pinafores 
 and capes or their tinted velveteen frocks are 
 prettier than the plumes of any tropical birds. 
 Their curly locks, fresh vermilion lips, and milky 
 skin are beautiful. Their witty, smiling eyes rob 
 one's heart. Their innocence adds a greater de- 
 light to look at. 
 
 In the spring they crawl on the grasses to pick 
 up tiny daisies. In the summer they play balls 
 under the shade of the green foliage. In the 
 autumn they chase after the falling leaves. In 
 the winter they roll their hoops, keeping themselves 
 warm in pretty furs. 
 
 Sweet, lovely, and charming all through the 
 season. Our proverb says, "Sendan scatters its fra- 
 grance from the time of its coming out of the earth." 
 
LIFE IN KENSINGTON GARDENS 3 
 
 The heart of London, or Kensington Gardens, 
 is the real living Paradise in this world to make 
 one forget his daily care. 
 
 It was almost ten years ago, I had to begin my 
 artist life, and my last penny was gone. I called 
 on my worshipful school teacher, Mr. Wilson, at 
 Vicarage Gate one morning. He was out. His 
 servant told me he would be back four o'clock in 
 the afternoon. Alas, I had to skip off my luncheon 
 and wait. As Vicarage Gate was quite near to 
 Kensington Gardens, I went there to spend the 
 time. And watching those gay little John Bullesses, 
 I had quite forgotten my hunger. Ever since I 
 have been most frequent visitor there, whenever 
 I felt down-hearted. And every time I was quite 
 cheered up. We have saying in Japan, " Even 
 the Buddha's face, three times is enough to see ! " 
 This sounds very untrue in the case with those 
 little John Bullesses. For I have been there very 
 often for last thirteen years, but I never get tired, 
 nay, on the contrary, the more I see, the more I 
 love. Children (or baby John Bullesses) are just 
 like well-polished mirrors. If you smile on them, 
 they will return you their smiles at once. And if 
 you give them unpleasant countenance, they copy 
 the same countenance immediately and droop their 
 heads down. When you open your heart they 
 come and talk to you, and they make you their 
 
4 MT WEALED JOHN BULLESSES 
 
 friend without hesitation. But no sooner than 
 you suspect them, they would run away from you 
 without making any courtesy. O, how beautiful 
 is their nature ! 
 
 The grown-up people are not so. Although I 
 am always quite open-hearted, I am suspected by 
 them often, and very often I wonder when have they 
 lost their beautiful nature } Perhaps it is not 
 their fault. This wicked world is making them 
 suspicious. I always tell them, " Go to Kensington 
 Gardens and receive the great lesson from those 
 little John Bullesses.'' Is it not what Christ said, 
 " Kingdom of heaven is children's ? " 
 
 How foolish I am to think that I see the same 
 little John Bullesses there every year ! I have 
 quite forgotten that they are growing fast. Fancy, 
 those little ones whom I saw first time must be 
 quite grown-up ladies now ! It is hard for me to 
 believe that. How are they grown ? is my con- 
 stant question. I always sincerely wish that they 
 are growing easily and comfortably without injuring 
 their beautiful childish nature. 
 
 To me the English babies add one more charm 
 to their beauty. That is, they don't cry much. 
 All my Japanese friends agree with me. How very 
 often have I heard my Japanese friends say, " Why, 
 the English babies don't cry at all ! " We were 
 simply wondering about it until I met v^ith an 
 
LIFE IN KENSINGTON GARDENS 5 
 
 Englishman who visited Japan for a year. He 
 said to me, " How wonderful that Japanese babies 
 never^ cry ! " This word entirely destroyed my 
 own logic upon the English baby's quietness ! I 
 said to him, "What? What are you talking about ? 
 You don't know the inner side of the Japanese 
 families then ! " Whereupon he repeated the same 
 to me, " You don't know the English family life at 
 all." Now I learnt that the English babies must cry. 
 
 However, I rebuilt my logic again. That English- 
 man was in Japan only for a year, while 1 have 
 been in England for nearly fourteen years. So I 
 believe I have seen the English life more than he 
 has seen the Japanese life. Surely the English 
 babies cry fourteen times less than the Japanese 
 babies. I am talking about those under the middle 
 class in which I have been living here. 
 
 Certainly the babies of the upper class in England 
 as well as in Japan would not cry much. For they 
 are well looked after by the excellent nurses. If one 
 travelled inland of Japan he should see those 
 farmers' babies cry terribly. Here is a very old 
 Japanese song quite familiar in my village and It 
 shows the poor farmer's busy life : — 
 
 Ame wa furu f uru 
 Takimono 'a mureru 
 Uchija Kg ga naku 
 ^ Hi ga kureru. 
 
6 MT WEALED JOHN BULLESSES 
 
 (The rain begins to fall, the rain begins to fall, so the 
 kindling wood will be wet. 
 
 Inside the house the baby is crying, 
 While outside the sun is sinking.) 
 
 I have not seen this sort of life in Greenwich, 
 New Cross, Kensal Rise, and all other poor districts 
 where I have been. 
 
 It was not long after I came to London that I 
 met with an unfortunate young John Bulless. She 
 was about twenty-two or twenty-three. She 
 married with a Greek tobacconist. They lived 
 happily together only for eight months, when the 
 former wife of that tobacconist came from Greece. 
 It was such a great shock for that poor innocent John 
 Bulless. Her tender nature would not allow her- 
 self to appear in the court. She simply ran away. 
 A baby-girl was born two months later. Now the 
 poor mother had to work as a housemaid to earn 
 the living of both herself and her baby. I was, in 
 some way, connected with the house where she 
 was working. As I always listen with all my 
 sympathy to one's sad life, this girl used to tell 
 me all her unfortunate life. She was so attached 
 to her baby. She said to me, My mistress is 
 very kind and allows me to leave the house 
 II p.m., and she does not want me until 6.30 
 next morning. You see, although I am working 
 like this now, it is nice to think I am free in the 
 
LIFE IN KENSINGTON GARDENS 7 
 
 night. I have a little room near by where I keep 
 my baby, and I feel happy to caress her all night" 
 
 My heart was much moved with this pathetic 
 girl. Poor girl ! She felt " nice to think that 
 she was free only from 1 1 p.m. to 6.30 a.m. for 
 caressing her baby ! I sincerely wished that I 
 could help her to make all days free for her, but I 
 myself was far too poor to assist her materially, 
 and she seemed quite comforted with my only 
 mental sympathy. 
 
 One Sunday afternoon she wanted me to see 
 her baby in Kensington Gardens. I waited on a 
 bench for a few minutes, then I saw her coming 
 in from one of the gates. She carried her baby 
 in a shabby, clumsy wooden cart. She told me she 
 bought it for los. 6d., which I gave her as a little 
 Christmas present. And she said she was very 
 proud of it. I begged her not to talk any more 
 about the cart, for I felt a great pain in my 
 heart. I saw her baby in a very shabby little dress, 
 though neat it was ! But baby herself was such 
 a jolly and pretty one ! She was about eighteen 
 months then. Whenever other children passed 
 by, this baby always greeted every one of them 
 with a happy smile. I thought how innocent that 
 poor baby was ! She did not know anything of 
 her own life. She must feel she is the same with 
 the others. But suddenly most beautiful little 
 
8 MT WEALED JOHN BULLESSES 
 
 John Bulless appeared in the distance. She was 
 coming with a well-dressed nurse. I saw this 
 little stranger clad in snow-white velveteen with 
 ermine cap and muff. She and her nurse passed 
 by my baby friend. I noticed immediately the 
 expression of my poor baby friend was changed. 
 I am sure she was rather depressed seeing the 
 luxuries of her stranger comrade ! With such 
 curiosity and earnestness she bit her finger and 
 twisted her neck quite round back. Has she 
 already learnt a great lesson about the real mean- 
 ing of this world now ? I was wondering about 
 it very deeply. The mother did not seem to 
 understand it, and I dare not tell her what I was 
 thinking ; but I could not say good-bye to them 
 until I saw the little one recognised her mother's 
 face and began to smile again. 
 
 Nine or ten years have passed since, and as I 
 myself had to go through a hard time, I have 
 entirely lost the sight of this poor mother and 
 daughter, but I am always thinking what have 
 become of them now. 
 
 So-called " English hypocrisy is well known 
 all over the world. At least 1 myself have heard 
 about it ever so often, and strange to say that I 
 hear that from the English themselves more than 
 from any other foreigners. 
 
 They are always grumbling, We can't do that 
 
LIFE IN KENSINGTON GARDENS 9 
 
 ... we can't do this for the English public, 
 because we are very ^ hypocrite ' nation ! Ah, it 
 is true that you cannot do anything you like as 
 in some other country. And I have often met 
 with English hypocrites. Indeed, they are hypo- 
 crites. They do all sorts of wickedness in the 
 dark, and they walk as quite innocent and respect- 
 able gentlemen in the broad daylight. 
 
 I sincerely hate these personalities. But as the 
 whole effect on the social life, I am rather grateful 
 to some hypocrites. I mean especially for the 
 sake of young children. About two thousand 
 years ago a Chinese philosopher exclaimed, 
 " Nowadays everybodies are calling themselves 
 * sages,' but who knows the male and female of 
 crows ? " Indeed, it is as difficult to distinguish 
 the sage and hypocrite as to distinguish the male 
 and female of crows. 
 
 So those simple-minded children believe every- 
 body is the sage and they can grow quite innocent. 
 Where else in this world could we find such inno- 
 cent children as in England ? In the other coun- 
 tries where people are not so hypocrite, some 
 wicked people are talking and acting in most 
 disgusting matter before the children, conse- 
 quently the children begin to know too much of 
 undesirable things in their early life. 
 
 There it is impossible to expect such pure and 
 
10 MT IDEALED JOHN BULLESSES 
 
 innocent soul as " The Pride of Village " which 
 Washington Irving described in his Sketchbook. 1 
 did almost suspect that when I read it in Japan. 
 
 But here in England I am always meeting with 
 delightfully innocent young John Bullesses. It is 
 not too much to call them living angels. 
 
 Before I conclude this chapter let me give the 
 reader a sketch of some young John Bulless sisters 
 whom I know quite well. 
 
 Some twenty years ago, in a little town of 
 the Midlands there were two little sister John 
 Bullesses. Their ages were only one year different. 
 They were taken into an open country by their 
 nurse every day, and they enjoyed a breezy day 
 best, for they were so fond of chasing after the 
 fallen leaves or pieces of paper. They would run 
 miles to catch them. But sometimes they could 
 not because those leaves were often blown over the 
 fences. Here the younger little John Bulless 
 would start her fairy tale. " Don't you see, that 
 leaf was the spirit of some prince. Now he has 
 gone away on his adventures round the world." 
 The little fairy-tale maker was very earnest to tell 
 the tale, making her big round eyes ever so shining, 
 which met with still more earnest eyes of the elder 
 listener. 
 
 The latter would beg her little sister not to end 
 the tale too soon, so that it would continue all the 
 
LIFE IN KENSINGTON GARDENS ii 
 
 way home. Sometimes the tale was not half 
 finished when they reached home and had supper. 
 
 They used to sleep side by side in a very large 
 room. They were so frightened to make noise, 
 for their governess would come and scold them if 
 they did not sleep immediately. Therefore the 
 earnest listener always asked her younger tale- 
 teller to whisper the continuation of the fairy 
 story to her ear. Thus they went on until late in 
 night. 
 
 Who knows this little story-teller John BuUess 
 is a real genuine writer now I 
 
 1 learnt this much of her childhood life from her 
 sister. As I wanted to know more, I asked her to 
 tell me about her life. She only laughed and said, 
 " Yes, I used to tell much lie 1 " 
 
 Her modestness made me feel it was hopeless to 
 ask any more, so I ventured myself to write to her 
 sister and ask. In a fortnight time I received the 
 answer thus : — 
 
 " You know that after my eldest sister came 
 
 myself, and then M , the third child, you see, 
 
 born with many gifts on Mayday. There were 
 many years before my little brother and younger 
 sister came, so that they did not count very much 
 
 in her childhood. M and I had a governess 
 
 to live with us and teach us. We loved each other 
 very dearly. Even in those early days I naturally 
 
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 and without question or desire looked up to her 
 opinion and followed her lead. She was always so 
 clever at suggesting new games to play, new stories 
 to tell, new ideas to think about. 
 
 " Do you picture us then ? Toddling through 
 those early years hand in hand, very contented 
 with each other, living in a world of the imagina- 
 tion suggested by M , and, I am afraid, nearly 
 
 always hating other children who didn't understand 
 our play. ... As we grew up we were always 
 together at home and college. When we came 
 
 home and put our hair up M was never happy. 
 
 She often used to tell me she would go. That 
 always made me sad. 
 
 At last my father had to go a voyage to South 
 
 Africa for his health and M went too, to 
 
 look after him. . . . When she came back we used 
 to spend many hours talking of what she had 
 seen and done, and of the thoughts she had dis- 
 cussed. And I could tell the voices of the Big 
 Things were calling to her. 
 
 "So our paths at last divided,and she plunged into 
 the dark forest of the Unknown, where there are 
 so many beautiful flowers to be found, but where 
 also there are many stones to cut the feet. 
 
 " 1 feel I have told her story poorly, not showing 
 all the truth and sweetness of her personality ; but 
 I think your knowledge of her may colour my grey 
 
LIFE IN KENSINGTON GARDENS 13 
 
 descriptions. . . . Only to a great friend of hers 
 should I have written this." 
 
 When I read this letter I was much moved 
 in tears, and quite absent-minded for a whole 
 hour. We say in Japan, "Searching oyster-shells 
 we find out a pearl incidentally.'' Indeed, I only 
 wanted to know the early life of my John Bulless 
 friend, and I found out another great lesson ! It 
 was about sister's love of the John Bullesses. The 
 writer herself might very easily not be thinking 
 while she was writing this, but there in her every 
 word I see the brightest ethic — her sisterly love ! 
 
 I have read it over and over again. The more I 
 read, the more my heart is struck. Especially there is 
 the genuine truth in these lines : "Where there are 
 so many beautiful flowers to be found, but where 
 also there are many stones to cut the feet." Indeed, 
 I have noticed very often that even the charming 
 and beautiful John Bulless has to cut her feet in 
 this world. About this I shall talk more in the 
 later chapter. Anyhow, at the present moment I 
 cannot stop my exclamation how sweet is the 
 sister's love 1 Strangers generally look on the 
 matter diflferently. If one gets fame or wealth, the 
 others always become very jealous of her. Only 
 the sisters have sympathy enough to look this 
 world quite transparently and recognise the difficult 
 part at once. 
 
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 Reading this letter, some ancient Chinese odes 
 came into my mind unconsciously : — 
 
 Look at those mayflowers in millions. 
 Is there any calyx without its blossom ? 
 So the human beings in this world 
 
 Have nothing better than their sisters and their brothers. 
 
 In the hour of death and mourning 
 
 Only the sisters and the brothers understand each other. 
 
 In this life like hills and valleys 
 
 Only the sisters and the brothers seek each other. 
 
 Water-wagtails ^ are in the field, 
 
 But when the sisters and the brothers are in danger 
 
 Friends would only sigh. 
 
 Though the sisters and the brothers may fight inside 
 their fence, 
 
 From the outside danger they protect each other. 
 And though you may have friends they would not help 
 you. 
 
 1 Water-wagtails. The ancient Chinese believed these birds to 
 have strong family affection, and thought that if one died the others 
 would not survive it for long. 
 
CHAPTER II 
 
 SPORT AND DANCING 
 
 T KNOW so little of John Bullesses as school 
 girls. Do they object to see such a foreigner 
 like myself? It is awfully strange to say all my 
 English friends are always willing to introduce me 
 to their daughters, and these daughters are either 
 under ten years of their age, or above eighteen. 
 None of my friends has a daughter between ten 
 and eighteen. I wonder if the John Bullesses 
 jump from ten years old right up to eighteen im- 
 mediately ? I don't think so, because I see so 
 many girl schools, and there abundant girls are 
 studying. I fear that the Britannia is forbidding 
 me to meet her school girls ! However, I met 
 with one school girl in San Francisco. Both her 
 parents went to live there from England. There- 
 fore I must call her a John Bulless. She was 
 about sixteen or seventeen, and I was v/orking in 
 her house as a servant. I admired immensely 
 about her earnestness for her school lessons. It 
 was her only work to understudy the school books 
 every evening. She had many elder sisters and 
 
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 a brother. They all were quite grown up. One 
 evening her parents and sisters made a theatre 
 party. They were going to a theatre, leaving this 
 poor school girl alone at home. She seemed a 
 little depressed. She sighed, " So you are all going 
 now ? " She said this with a quite sad voice. 
 
 Her mother said to her, " But, my dear child, 
 aren't you interested with your school work ? " 
 
 Immediately she brightened her eyes and said, 
 " Oh, mamma, we had such a difficult problem of 
 geometry to-day, none of us could serve it. The 
 teacher said she will wait until to-morrow, when we 
 ought to serve it. I am going to work it out 
 to-night ! I am quite excited ! Good-night to 
 you all ! " 
 
 I said to myself, " What a lucky mother who is 
 to have such a good-natured daughter ! Ah, she 
 deserves it, for she has educated her daughter in 
 that way ! " 
 
 I paid much respect to both of them. 
 
 I know nothing more about the other school 
 girls' home life. But I have very often seen them 
 playing all sorts of sport on the open air. It 
 just happened that when I had a walk in Clapham 
 Common some years ago, I saw many school girls 
 playing the Hockey there. It w?s the first time 
 I ever saw that game. I was much surprised with 
 their activity. I said, "Now I see why people 
 
SPORT AND DANCING 17 
 
 often call their young John Bullesses ^ Lamb ' ! 
 Because they are hopping, jumping, and kicking 
 the ground, like those baby sheep.'* 
 
 But I was told that was not the reason. They 
 were called " Lamb '' because they are tender ! 
 
 " Tender ? " I screamed. 
 
 However, when I saw those beautiful and 
 charming faces in their curly locks, I could not 
 deny the word " Tender." 
 
 No woman in this world is so fond of the out- 
 door sports as the John Bullesses. I noticed its 
 result upon them immediately when I came to 
 England. Now let me write my first impression 
 about the John Bullesses. They looked to me 
 bigger than the Japanese women, of course. But 
 much ' smaller than the Californians. Anyhow, I 
 thought, their figures are more well built. Their 
 muscles are perfectly developed. One of my 
 Japanese friends told me the same opinion. He 
 has been all over the world. He said, " Com- 
 paring the English women with others, I find out 
 the former's meat looks much harder." 
 
 It is all through their daily exercises outdoors. 
 Consequently there is a strange contrast between 
 West and East. In England the daughters of 
 good families have all sorts of outdoor exercises, 
 therefore " their meat is harder," as my friend says, 
 and they are sunburnt, while the poorer-class girls 
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 are paler and softer, because they are obliged to 
 work in shops or at home, and are not exposed to 
 the sun much. And their exercises are not enough 
 to develop their muscles thoroughly. Of course 
 I know the laundress or charwomen have over- 
 developed brachialis and trapezius. 
 
 In Japan it is reverse. The poorer-class girls 
 go outdoors a great deal, and their manners 
 are more or less rough. So they are dark and 
 strong, while the better-class girls stay in the 
 house, and their pastime life is to write poetries, 
 or do tea-ceremonies, flower-arrangement, etc. etc. 
 Therefore they are paler and more delicate. 
 
 Of course this impression of mine is that of 
 when I was in Japan some eighteen years ago, and 
 the girl's education has been much changed since 
 I left my country. To my delight, I hear the 
 better-class Japanese girls are getting to be fond of 
 the outdoor exercises too. 
 
 When I was in Paris some French ladies laughed 
 at the John Bullesses' outdoor game, and said, " It 
 seems to us so foolish to go out to the field and 
 chase after all sorts of tiny balls every day. We 
 don't see much pleasure in that. It's too childish 
 and too laughable. We prefer to go to cafe and 
 have gay time." 
 
 I said to them, " I am very sorry for your own 
 sake that you are not interested with the sports. 
 
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 Well, hockey may be * too foolish,' golf may be 
 * too silly,' and tennis may not be interesting for 
 you. Permitting all your own logic, how is about 
 your health ? Indeed, it is the question about the 
 health, not only physically, but mentally too. If 
 you go to the open field, you shall always be in 
 contact directly with the Nature. You hear how 
 sweetly those innocent birds are singing. You see 
 how beautifully those meadow flowers are blossom- 
 ing. Those trees give refreshing green foliage in 
 spring, and once more they turn into magnificent 
 golden leaves in autumn. Everything you are 
 observing there is pure and sacred. And you 
 yourselves are unconsciously converted into purity 
 by the Nature." 
 
 The age of the school girls is most dangerous 
 time in the life. Their heart is most sentimental, 
 and a bud of some romance is growing inside. 
 They may be easily tempted. To pass this period 
 of their life is just as difficult as to pass a steel pin 
 between the two limbs of a magnet. On both 
 sides, nay, all round them, temptations are attract- 
 ing them with some magnetic power. 
 
 I know personally many women in the other 
 countries who have been entirely infatuated at 
 their youthful time, and some time they have too 
 high ethic to be ruined, then they generally get into 
 melancholy fit. The reason Is simple. Because 
 
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 they are shut indoors all the time. If they lack 
 their exercise at their growing age, of course their 
 minds become too sensitive. I sincerely contribute 
 much of my estimation towards the John Bullesses 
 who so wisely know how to pass their important 
 time of life. That is why they are pure and sacred. 
 I must say their gain is very great both ethically as 
 well as physically. When the woman is physically 
 strong her nation shall be strong. When the woman 
 is ethically strong her nation shall be very virtuous. 
 The woman is the backbone of the country. 
 
 If I see very high moral country, I always credit 
 it as the result of the woman's behaviour. For 
 men are fraud all over the world. Almost every 
 man is searching the woman's weak point to take 
 his advantage. I wonder how many men in this 
 world are really pure and sacred 1 It is the women 
 who are controlling the passions, both of men's as 
 well as of themselves. 
 
 It seems to me that in England almost every- 
 body is extremely fond of dancing. I often asked 
 the John Bullesses, " Do you like dancing ? " 
 Their eyes start to shine brilliantly. Their mouths 
 begin to break into a sweet smile. Before they 
 give me their verbal answer I read in their faces 
 how fond of the dance they are. Therefore I shall 
 write about the English dancing now. 
 
 My very first impression on European dancing 
 
SPORT AND DANCING 21 
 
 was not at all favourable. When I was about 
 fourteen or fifteen, the society people in Tokio 
 organised the European ball. The public opinion 
 was very noisy. Many loyal Conservative critics 
 attacked the idea and lamented that the ball is too 
 immoral for Japanese. 
 
 It was this time that Mr. Shiro Shiba published 
 a book called Tokai-no-Kajiny or Tke Lady of the 
 Eastern Sea. In this book he described that he 
 was walking along the Sacred Sea shore at the 
 bottom of Fuji Mountain. He was so tired, and 
 he rested himself under a benevolent pine tree. 
 Suddenly he heard a very holy tune above the sky, 
 and a most graceful and beautiful goddess de- 
 scended from the heaven. She was bitterly lament- 
 ing about the present society people in her divine 
 country. Then the goddess showed him the real 
 ancient Japanese dance, which was so graceful and 
 dignified. 
 
 When she finished her dancing she bid farewell 
 to him, saying she could no longer live in such 
 a dirty country where people began to imitate the 
 barbarious foreign dancing. 
 
 I read this book over and over again, and I was 
 much impressed, especially because I was in a 
 missionary college at the time, and I used to see 
 those missionaries were kissing each other's mouth 
 in front of the public, and I was rather shocked. 
 
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 One day I saw an illustration of the ball in some 
 Japanese paper. I was most surprised. " What ? 
 Those half-naked women embracing the man tightly, 
 and twisting themselves round and round ? You 
 savage Barbarians ! Even the dogs behave them- 
 selves better than you ! " 
 
 I spat on the picture. 
 
 " Oh, you Westerners, how you dare call your- 
 self * the civilised nation,' and look down on us, 
 the sacred nation, as a barbarious country ? " 
 
 But when my temper was more or less calmed 
 I began to think that " anyhow it is the fact that 
 Europe is civilised. They do most wonderful 
 things which we cannot. I really don't understand 
 about the ball." 
 
 I had then a worshipped Japanese professor to 
 whom I used to tell everything. I asked his 
 opinion about the European dancing. He smiled 
 and said to me, "Pray don't prejudge everything 
 with your babishly narrow mind ! Don't you know 
 we have saying, ^ If you go to the different lands 
 you see different stars ' ? What we think very 
 vulgar may be very sacred to the others. I hear 
 some black people in Central Africa keep their 
 sacred day by killing as many souls as they can in 
 front of their gods. If you ask them they will 
 give you their own reason in it, and say they are 
 quite right. I myself feel just the same way with 
 
SPORT AND DANCING 23 
 
 you about the ball. That is to say, they seem 
 very vulgar to me. But surely they think them- 
 selves quite right. Once, the Westerners were 
 savage. That they all agree. Then there may 
 be many customs which have been handed down 
 from their savage days. Only their spirits are 
 changed into the civilisation. Ourselves have many 
 instances of this sort of custom. For instance, 
 look at the men's evening dress. The history of 
 its origin was simply shocking. But now not only 
 the Westerners, but we too wear it, and we have 
 not a slightest shame about it. On the contrary, 
 we feel much dignified by wearing it. I feel almost 
 sure that the origin of the European dancing 
 might have been indescribably vulgar, but now it 
 may be nothing but the grace. 
 
 " Nowadays the Ambassadors and many hon. 
 guests from all the foreign countries are stationing 
 themselves in our country. And it is our utmost 
 etiquette to entertain them. The European ball 
 may be most necessary. 
 
 " Who knows that some day dancing may become 
 our own custom ? Don't you know about the 
 smoking } When the Portuguese brought tobacco 
 to our country several hundred years ago there was 
 a great indignant feeling in our country. Indeed, 
 more than once, the national law prohibited the 
 smoking. But to-day our nation is one of the 
 
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 greatest smokers. Tobacco is no longer foreign, 
 but our own, 
 
 " Everything is like that. Strange is the custom 
 of each nation ! " 
 
 I sighed — " Ha, ha ... ! um . . . m ! Very 
 well ! I shall start to dance too ! I don't object to 
 squeeze and twist these half-dressed girls round 
 every night ! " 
 
 " No, no, no ! " the professor shouted. I do 
 object you. You wait patiently and follow after the 
 customs which become common to all the nations. 
 Until then you dare not ! " 
 
 Such was my impression when I was a boy in Japan. 
 
 Then I went to San Francisco, where I was 
 absolutely excluded from the white people because 
 I was a Japanese. Besides, my extreme poverty 
 would not allow me to think about dancing. What 
 was going on among the society people there ? I 
 had no chance to inspect. 
 
 But when I came to London and stayed in a 
 lodging-house in Greenwich there were two little 
 John Bullesses in the house. One was eleven and 
 the other nine. They both told me they were very 
 fond of dancing. 
 
 "...?" I glared at them with surprise. 
 « What ? You dance ? 
 
 "Yes, Mr. Markino, we always dance at our 
 school." 
 
SPORT AND DANCING 25 
 
 I was far more than surprised, and said to myself, 
 " Such tiny John Bullesses are dancing ! And the 
 school allows them to dance ? " 
 
 Christmas arrived within a few weeks since I 
 came to London. One day I saw in the Graphic or 
 the Illustrated London News (I forget which) that the 
 Lord Mayor had given a children's ball at the 
 Mansion House. " Hallo, hallo, hallo ! I said, 
 looking at the illustration with curiosity. 
 
 The landlord of the house was staring at me 
 above his eyeglasses. He was an old man of about 
 sixty. " Mr. Markino, are you interested with the 
 English dancing ? Do you like dancing ? " 
 
 I said, « Yes." 
 
 He said, " So with me. I am very fond of 
 dancing." 
 
 I philosophied myself — " What } Little kid ot 
 nine said she liked dancing, and here an old man of 
 sixty says he likes the dance too ! " 
 
 I was quite puzzled. 
 
 The old landlord seemed as if he had read all my 
 puzzlings. He said, " You see, Mr. Markino, in 
 England everybody likes dancing. Young and old, 
 rich and poor, all are the same." 
 
 I put another question on him. 
 
 ^^And with whom do you dance? I suppose 
 with your wife, or some old men ? " 
 
 He said, Not quite necessarily ! " 
 
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 Do you dance with some young ladies 
 " Yes, I am delighted to dance with them ! " 
 I could not utter a single word by my amaze ! 
 What a madly flirting nation they are ! 1 
 thought, " it seems to me they flirt until their 
 death ! " 
 
 Quite lately, say since three or four years ago, 
 I have been fortunate enough to be befriended by 
 some quite aristocratic John Bullesses. One day 
 the topic of our conversation turned about the 
 dance. I asked them, " So you are going to dancing 
 to find out your future husbands ? " 
 
 " Sir ! " they scolded me, " How dare you behave 
 yourself so vulgar before us ! 
 
 1 laugh at myself. It was awfully funny that I 
 myself wanted to put upon them that question, 
 " How dare you behave yourself so vulgar 1 " 
 And now it was reverse all round the other way, 
 and this question was befallen upon me from 
 their mouth instead. However, they explained to 
 me that dancing is one of the most refined and 
 graceful arts, and there is no other meaning ! 
 
 I was much ashamed of myself. All my sus- 
 picions like a dark cloud was cleared out, and bright 
 sunlight (or electric light, rather) is shining when- 
 ever I see the dancing. Many thanks to my John 
 Bulless friends to convince me at last ! 
 
 Nowadays I often meet with some of my Japan- 
 
SPOM AND DANCING 27 
 
 ese friends in London. We often talk about the 
 English dancing. As usual and natural to them, 
 the questions spring out whether the dancing is 
 immoral or not. One of them asked me, " Do you 
 agree with the dancing ? " 
 
 " Yes," I reply. " In England. You may 
 dance with the John BuUesses. But with Japan- 
 ese women I don't know. It all depends on what 
 state of mind they have I Don't you see those 
 John BuUesses ? They are mixed with boys from 
 their early life. They are trained admirably pure 
 and sacred ! They are just like the electric wire 
 covered with insulating medium. Perhaps they 
 may have a strong electricity of the passion- 
 ate love inside of their heart, but they are quite 
 safe. You shan't feel their electricity by dancing. 
 Their insulating medium is the British patent ! 
 You are a merchant, you know too well how safe 
 and sure are all the British patented goods. So 
 with the John BuUesses. They begin their dance 
 no sooner than they can walk, and dance until they 
 die. It is only a beautiful national feast. If we 
 want to dance in our country, first of all we must 
 prepare insulating medium to cover ourselves 
 absolutely well, otherwise the dancing is dangerous, 
 for we might be easily drowned into the silliest 
 infatuation I " 
 
 About the duration of the dancing, I don't know 
 
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 whether English custom is good or bad. It seems 
 to me too long altogether. Wouldn't those young 
 John BuUesses and Bulls suffer their health by 
 dancing whole night until the next morning ? Per- 
 haps not, if they are perfectly happy. For the 
 happiness is the best medicine for our life. But 
 here I want to say something between West and 
 East. I often hear from some John Bullesses the 
 question on the Japanese theatre, " Don't you think 
 it is too long that the Japanese theatre should go 
 on the plays for the duration of six or eight 
 hours ? " 
 
 In reply to this question I ask the John Bullesses, 
 " Isn't your dance too long ? And besides, re- 
 member our Japanese theatre opens on the day- 
 time, while you dance all night." 
 
 You shall have to come to the conclusion of my 
 logic. If the Japanese playgoers feel happy to see 
 the long play, they don't think it is too long as you 
 imagine. Anyhow, the English dancing and the 
 Japanese theatre are both too long for myself. 
 Only the thing that I can bear quite happily for 
 more than eight hours is to sleep in bed ! 
 
 It was a few nights before the last Christmas 
 
 Eve that my friend H took me to the dance 
 
 at the " Empress's." I was delighted to see many 
 jolly and charming John Bullesses and Bulls to- 
 gether enjoying their gay pastime. But to tell the 
 
SPORT AND DANCING 29 
 
 truth frankly, I was disappointed with one thing. 
 That was about the new-fashioned dresses. With 
 the skirts tight up at the bottom. I always call 
 it a mermaid dress. Well, I do not always oppose 
 against this mermaid dress. It is very nice to see 
 one in this dress from front. Indeed, it is very 
 pretty to see tiny shoes peeping out from very tight 
 and small bottom of the skirt. The back view is 
 not absolutely bad, and the side view is rather too 
 stiff. It is not quite ugly when they are sitting. 
 But about dancing, I dislike it. Some John Bulless 
 told me it was rather difficult to dance in a mer- 
 maid dress, while another said, it was more com- 
 fortable than a full skirt for dancing. Of course, 
 I don't know anything about dancing. But while 
 you are dancing you don't see how yourself look ! 
 And I must say, do just what you like best and 
 enjoy yourselves. I am only talking as a bystand- 
 ing observer. A few years ago I saw an illustra- 
 tion of the ball at the Buckingham Palace in some 
 weekly paper. All the ladies of the Court wore 
 the full skirt, and the picture showed their beautiful 
 twist. To my eyes nothing could be more grace- 
 ful than those ladies' movements in the dance. I 
 was anticipating to see that grace at the Empress's 
 the other evening. That was why I was desperately 
 disappointed. Those John Bullesses in the mer- 
 maid skirts were just like wet mice when they 
 
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 danced* Sometimes when a small lady danced 
 with a tall man she looked like a wet cloth stuck 
 on a stick after the flood is over. I stayed there 
 about a few minutes and bid good-bye to my friend 
 
 H because I found nothing much to make 
 
 a graceful picture. 
 
 Now about the fashions, my worshipful John 
 BuUesses, why do you always mock after the 
 French fashions ? Of course the French women 
 are most wonderful about their taste, and I always 
 admire them in the fashion of their own designs. 
 They know perfectly well what dresses suit them 
 best. But surely their designs don't suit every 
 John BuUess. (I must admit some John BuUesses 
 dress up the French fashion wonderfully well.) 
 First of all their figures are different. Talking 
 generally, the French women have higher shoulders. 
 Their chests are pushed forward like pigeons, and 
 their hips go back. In one word, their appearance 
 is very feminine. Perhaps their spirits are very 
 feminine too. On the other hand, you John BuU- 
 esses have gracefully long necks, and your shoulders 
 are much sloping down. You are more like those 
 Greek goddesses. And your spirits are not at all 
 so feminine as the French. You are much interested 
 in literature, science, and art, or even eager on the 
 high political question. You are so pure and 
 sacred. Then why don't you create some graceful 
 
SPORT AND DANCING 31 
 
 dresses especially for yourselves to show your own 
 dignity ? 1 frankly tell you, too much feminine 
 fashions don't suit you at all. You look rather 
 vulgar, which is not your nature at all. 
 
 Once Confucius had a walk with his few scholars. 
 A farmer boy was singing thus : When the water 
 of this streamlet is clean, I wash my face in it. 
 When the water of this streamlet is muddy, I wash 
 my feet in it ! " 
 
 Confucius said to his scholars, " My children, 
 do you hear what that boy is singing ? If the 
 water is clean he will wash his face, and if it is 
 muddy he will wash his feet. It is not only the 
 water, but we, the human beings, are all the same. 
 According to our conditions, the people would 
 come to us in a different way.'' I think it is so 
 with your dresses. To keep your own dignity, 
 you need to think much how to dress yourselves, 
 surely your dresses do some effect on your own 
 mind too ! 
 
 Here may I say a few words about another kind 
 of dancing ? It is the Ballet. I am extremely 
 fond of them. I go to the Empire or the Alhambra 
 as often as I can. It is not too exaggerating to 
 say that the ballet is one of the elements which 
 attract me to live in London. 
 
 Many of those lower middle-class people are 
 shocked at me. They exclaim at me, " What ? 
 
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 You have been at the Empire or Alhambra to- 
 night ? They shudder their shoulders. They 
 tremble at me. 
 
 This I don't understand at all. I sincerely think 
 the ballet dancing is one of the greatest arts. 
 Mr. Wilhelm, the designer of the Empire ballet, 
 is a great friend of mine. He is one of the most 
 sincere and serious men I have ever met, and 
 I appreciate the Empire ballet still more since I 
 know him. He takes a great trouble and care to 
 produce a ballet, which shows his utmost fine art. 
 
 Why then those lower middle-class people deny 
 this beautiful and graceful art ? Those who 
 shudder their shoulders for the Empire or Alhambra 
 often go to some suburban music-halls. Once or 
 twice I went to one of them. That time I was 
 really disgusted. Some singers sang most vulgar 
 and immoral songs. The parents and their children 
 could not listen to those songs together, if they 
 have ethical sense enough. To me, the ballet is 
 golden cloud while those songs are dirty mud. 
 And I am absolutely incomprehensible about those 
 lower middle-class people ! 
 
CHAPTER III 
 SOCIAL LIFE 
 
 Chopping wood — " To, To " (the sound of axe), 
 
 Singing bird — " Ho, ho " (their singing voices). 
 
 Coming out from the gloomy dark valley, 
 
 He flies to the top of the high trees. 
 
 " Ho — Ho," thus he sings. 
 
 He sings to search his mate. 
 
 Look at that bird ! 
 
 Even the bird searches his mate ; 
 
 How could we humans, then, live without hope ? 
 
 The Heaven above hears our voice. 
 
 It shall sympathise with us. 
 
 And we shall be at ease. 
 
 (Shikyo, the ancient Chinese Odes.) 
 
 nr^HUS, the human beings used to be anxious 
 ^ of getting companions to marry some three 
 thousand years ago. And so we are to-day. The 
 human love is not science ; it is neither progressing 
 nor improving by the age of this world. Therefore 
 some were already very graceful thousands years 
 ago, while some are still very ugly even now. 
 Indeed, we see too often some very ugly news on 
 every day's paper. They ought to be ashamed 
 before the other animals, which are always obeying 
 to their own nature. The wickedness of the 
 
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 humans is to mislead their love in unnatural ways : 
 wild beasts with human faces are living everywhere 
 in this world. Now leaving this question aside, 
 so-called " civilisation " often leads the union of 
 the different sexes into some conventionality, and 
 one who has sincere etiquette always obeys to this 
 conventionality. But each nation has different 
 conventions. In the oriental country — China or 
 Japan — we believed that the proper way to marry 
 was to be fixed by the parents. Confucius or 
 Mencius often said, " How to marry ? Ask your 
 parents' opinion first of all." To violate this law 
 meant to be " savage." I, myself, was born in such 
 a country. 
 
 The free marriage by love is certainly primitive 
 idea. But England, without being drowned in any 
 conventions, has carried out this primitive idea 
 into the civilisation, for which I pay much of my 
 admiration. 
 
 (Of course there are abundant examples of the 
 failure of free marriage, but their causes are not 
 through the real English civilisation.) 
 
 Let me now write what different effects the 
 women of West and East have through these 
 different customs. The fixed marriage by parents 
 makes the girls' life something like officers' or 
 clerks', who live on their regular salary ; and the 
 free marriage makes her life like the proprietors 
 
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 35 
 
 of some unlimited firms. When one is settled in 
 the position of regular salary, he is no longer so 
 keen on business. Therefore even very lively 
 persons often get into a quite dull temperament. 
 When one starts to invest all his money in an un- 
 limited firm, he immediately becomes very sharp 
 on his business matters. Therefore, even very dull 
 persons become quite plucky. 
 
 The marriage is exactly same. The oriental girls 
 are entirely relying upon their parents, and they are 
 not so keen to improve their personality or appear- 
 ance. In one word, they are indifferent. John 
 Bullesses are quite reverse. Their system of the 
 purely free marriage makes them alert, and it 
 comes out in their appearance, consciously as well 
 as unconsciously. As the good merchants always do 
 much advertisement, so the John Bullesses always 
 try to be nice and charming. 
 
 Talking generally, the human faces are not perfect, 
 for the facial muscles never work even all over, and 
 the result is that one eye is smaller than the other, 
 and one side cheek is fuller than the other side. To 
 my great surprise John Bullesses know their own 
 faces more accurately than most artists. I experienced 
 this ever so often. I asked a John Bulless to let 
 me sketch her left profile, and she immediately said 
 to me, " No, no, Mr. Markino, that is the worst 
 side of my face ! " 
 
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 I looked at her face, and after studying very 
 carefully, I found out there was such a minute 
 difference which was too slight to observe. I said 
 to myself, " What a dreadful country I have come 
 to ! Those John Bullesses know their faces too 
 accurately. I shall never become a portrait painter 
 in this country." And I am glad to say I did not. 
 
 However, I don't mean to be angry with the 
 John Bullesses now. On the contrary, I am very 
 grateful, for I can study the real human beauty 
 through them, and I am enjoying it immensely. 
 
 Some time ago I saw a little John BuUess look- 
 ing at the mirror and smiling and laughing all the 
 time. I asked her what she was doing. She told 
 me she was studying how to smile to make herself 
 look prettiest. "!!!!!!!!!!.?" That was 
 my answer to her ! Indeed, John Bullesses are 
 always making my mouth silent by over-surprising. 
 
 About three or four years ago, it was just the 
 time when they had a new fashion of the hair- 
 dressing, to put a plenty stuff of the false hairs 
 and carry out the hair over the brim of the hat, 
 I saw the illustration of this hair-dress in some 
 paper, and very next day 1 took the underground 
 train from High Street, Kensington, to South 
 Kensington Station. There was a young lady 
 sitting opposite me, and she had already this very 
 latest fashion. So I looked at her head, and no 
 
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 37 
 
 sooner my eyes were focussed on her hair than 
 she raised up her hand and patted it. It was 
 quicker than the lightning. I wondered if my eyes 
 and her hand had only one nerve common to 
 each other ! Such a wisdom of self-beautifying art 
 is very little known among the Japanese girls. 
 Let me tell you more about their differences. 
 
 If you give some flowers to a Japanese girl, she 
 would carry them home and put them in flower 
 vases. But if you give flowers to John Bulless, she 
 would wear them immediately. It is not only 
 flowers that John Bullesses want to wear. If I 
 wear my national costume and pay a visit upon 
 some John Bullesses, every one of them always 
 wants to wear my haori (or overcoat). It is very 
 well with haori for them. But once a John Bulless 
 wanted to try on my hakama (a sort of skirt). I 
 put it out for her. Immediately she put it on 
 over her head. As you know, hakama looks very 
 much like skirt, but it is divided in the middle. 
 It is more like trousers, only the both sides are 
 quite full. That John Bulless was entangled with 
 hakama, and I had to release her breathing by 
 pulling off hakama from her head. Until this time 
 I did not know that ladies put on their skirt over 
 their head. It was an amazingly new lesson for me. 
 
 One evening lately I visited on one of my 
 young John Bulless friends. Her uncle brought 
 
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 a large box in which he was keeping all his curio 
 collections. He put it on a table and took out 
 those curios one after another, and explained me 
 the histories of all articles. I was very interested, 
 but suddenly I recollected about the young John 
 BuUess. Where was she ? I saw her sitting the 
 opposite side of the table so quietly, and she was 
 very busy to try to wear every curio — even the 
 sealing stamps or snuff-boxes ! She was trying 
 them on her hair, then on her neck, on her chest, 
 and on her belt, on every part of her body, and 
 she seemed more interested than to have talk with 
 me. Indeed, the John Bullesses want to wear 
 everything — metals, stones, animals' skins, dead 
 leaves, and dead birds. I would not be surprised 
 if they picked up a dead snake on a field and wore 
 it on themselves. So far as I remember, some 
 John Bullesses used to wear some living lizards 
 about a few years ago. 
 
 It cannot be helped. For it is their inborn 
 nature that they want to wear everything which is 
 within the reach of their hands. They are exactly 
 like those little babies who always try to put every- 
 thing into their mouths. Unless the nurse looked 
 after them I don't know what would they do in the 
 end ! I am not joking at all. For more than 
 once I noticed that some of my John BuUess 
 friends took out a flower from a vase and wore 
 
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 39 
 
 it immediately. If I did not make her wait and 
 wipe the water on the stem, she should spoil her 
 best new dress. Once I said to her, " What would 
 you say to me if I myself splash a drop of water 
 on your dress ? 1 do wish I were the flowers ! " 
 
 When I was in Greenwich, I took out that little 
 John Bulless friend to Greenwich Park. We came 
 out to the heath outside the park, and this little 
 John Bulless saw a very, very old hat thrown away 
 in a bush. She immediately took off her own cap 
 and put that dirty old hat on her head, and said to 
 me, " How do I look, Mr. Markino } " I scolded 
 her not to be so naughty. But in fact I was struck 
 very much by her beauty. She looked perfectly 
 sweet under that dirty hat. It seems to me any- 
 thing would suit John Bullesses so well. No 
 wonder why they want to wear everything ! When 
 I think about this the poetry by a Japanese philo- 
 sopher comes into my mind — " Whether it is fine 
 or cloudy, Fuji Mountain is always beautiful.'' 
 And when the John Bullesses make a good choice 
 on their dresses they are indeed "Fuji Mountain 
 in fine weather " to me. 
 
 I often go to the West End and look at those 
 show-windows to study the ladies' latest fashion. 
 One afternoon I took one of my Japanese friends 
 to this study-tour in Bond Street. We saw many 
 dresses, evening cloaks, and then diamonds and 
 
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 other jewelled head-gears, and when we came to the 
 show-window of a shoemaker I told him, Now 
 let us finish to-day's work. What do you think 
 of it all ? " 
 
 My friend pointed to some gilted shoes, said to 
 me, " Look at them ! And also those diamond 
 head-gears which we saw a few minutes ago ! What 
 extraordinarily gorgeous things they are ! If any 
 girl wears them in Japan people would call her 
 ' crazy/ But here in London, most wonderful 
 thing to me is that there are some women whom 
 those extraordinary things suit very well 1 " 
 
 " Yes," I said. " Everything suits John Bull- 
 esses. And they wear everything. I would not 
 be surprised if a John Bulless wears things which 
 cost the same value with her whole house, and you 
 can study such sciences as Metallurgy, Botany, 
 Natural History, and Zoology by the wearings of 
 John Bullesses." 
 
 Seeing John Bullesses, I often recollect some 
 Japanese insect called " Mino Mushi," or " Over- 
 coat Insect.'' This small insect gathers feathers, 
 dead leaves, bark, and everything, and ties them 
 up together with her silky webs, and wears this 
 heavy overcoat. But when she takes off that 
 overcoat, lo, she is a beautiful butterfly. Some 
 John Bullesses bury themselves into such thick fur 
 overcoats in winter. You can hardly see their 
 
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 41 
 
 eyes ; all other parts are covered with foxes' tails, 
 V minks' heads, seal's back skin, a whole bird, 
 snake's skin, etc. etc. They make their size twice 
 or three times larger. But when they get into 
 a house and take off all those heavy wearings, 
 such a light and charming butterfly comes out. 
 
 It is quite natural thing that such butterflies are 
 very fond of jewelleries. However busy they may 
 be, they always stop in front of the jewellers' shops 
 whenever they pass by. The time is not counted 
 for them to look at the show-window. Perhaps 
 they are right, because they never get old by 
 spending hours in that way. Nay, they may be- 
 come younger. I always say John BuUesses are 
 prettiest when they are looking at the jewellers' 
 shops. For when they so eagerly look at what 
 they are very fond of, they no longer belong to 
 this troublesome world, in which everybody has 
 something to worry. In front of the jewellers they 
 look just like six-year-old children — so innocent ! 
 The focus of their eyes is fixed upon some special 
 things they want. Some brightness comes into 
 their wide-open eyes, and now and then their 
 mouths break into such sweet smiles. They are 
 exactly like a cat aiming at a mouse. What a 
 perfect pose for portrait painting ! 
 
 I always wish that they can afford to buy every- 
 thing they want. What a hard luck for them if 
 
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 they could not buy some dresses and all sorts of 
 nice wearings. I feel this especially, because they 
 are so keen in their self-beautifying arts. 
 
 Once I put on some questions to one of my 
 young and charming John Bulless friends : " Don't 
 you want to be a millionaire so that you can buy 
 every nice thing which you want ? " 
 
 She smiled sweetly in silence. Surely she went 
 into a dream — a dream of all sorts of imaginations. 
 But her common sense (I may say the regular 
 British sense) awakened her conscience from her 
 dream. She covered her face with her hands and 
 said to me, " No, no, no. If I can buy everything 
 I want I may be easily spoilt. Where is my hap- 
 piness then } You cannot imagine how much my 
 brain is working every time when I go shopping. 
 All these excitements make me feel worth while my 
 living. For instance, sometimes I intended to buy 
 a dress for £io or ;^iS. But when I go to my 
 dressmaker I see some dress exactly suits me, and 
 it is £20. After a great hesitation I buy it. On 
 all the way home my mind is very busy — half 
 happy and the other half unhappy. Then when 
 my dress is finished I put it on, and if all my 
 friends admire me in this dress I am turned into 
 perfect happiness. 
 
 " Being much encouraged by this kind of happi- 
 ness, I try to save more money for the next dress. 
 
SOCIAL LIFE 
 
 43 
 
 Don't you think I am much happier as I am now 
 than to be a millionaire ? " 
 
 I paid much of my wordless admiration to her. 
 I said to myself, " She is a real John Bulless ! 
 
 John Bulless knows exactly her own position, 
 and never dreams fool's paradise. Perhaps in her 
 mind she may rebel against herself, and may even 
 dream a fool's paradise, but she has a wonderful 
 conscience to come back to herself. Besides this 
 fact, I have learnt a great deal of philosophies 
 through that John Bulless' lecture. That is to say, 
 " to be satisfied in some unsatisfactory condition is 
 the utmost happiness of the humans." We have 
 a proverb, " To be quite fulfilled is the sign of 
 declining." For this reason I love the bud more 
 than fully blossomed flower, and the crescent more 
 than the full moon. 
 
 To-yen-Mei (a famous ancient Chinese poet) did 
 not philosophise himself in this way. For he 
 lamented in his poetry : " Hov/ long am I going to 
 keep my human shape in this world ^ Wealth and 
 fame are not my desire, the Paradise could not 
 be expected in this world." He ought to be 
 ashamed before the John Bulless who is making 
 this disappointing world directly into her paradise. 
 
 I often stand in front of the theatres, 1 1.15 p.m., 
 for two reasons. One reason is to make sketches, 
 and the other reason is to study the English life — 
 
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 especially about the relation between high and low 
 John BuUesses. No sooner than the curtain drops 
 many upper-class John BuUesses in their beautiful 
 dresses are coming out to their carriages, and more 
 numbers of the lower-class John BuUesses are 
 watching the former on the pavement. I overhear 
 the criticisms loudly and freely uttered by the 
 lower-class John BuUesses. They are simply the 
 admiration. It is quite surprising matter to me 
 that there are not many "foxes and grapes.'' 
 Very seldom I notice some sneering faces. But 
 I think they are not real John BuUesses, so far as 
 my prejudgment goes ; they may be some aliens. 
 Anyhow, I am one of the admirers of very orderly 
 and systematic John BuUesses and Bulls. There 
 is one thing I so reluctantly admit. That is to 
 say, you have some circle which denies everybody 
 and everything British. I hear their opinion is 
 " socialistic," and " universal love." It sounds 
 awfully well. I mean, only if they are very sin- 
 cere to themselves. But I know personally a few 
 people in this circle. To my great disappointment, 
 and moreover to my grievance, they are very 
 insincere. They are only sneering at everything 
 and everybody. Their mind is not in perfect 
 health. It is a kind of dreadful plague or pest. 
 May I call them " the self-destroyers of their own 
 country " ? Because I see they are doing much 
 
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 damage to their own country, but I don't see at all 
 that they do any good to this world, I mean, by 
 their so-called " universal love.'' 
 
 When I was a school-boy, I learnt the physical 
 geography. The school-teacher said, " The globe 
 is round.'' I said, "It is impossible. Look at 
 our high Fuji Mountain, and that deep Pacific 
 Ocean ! " But he told me those mountains and 
 oceans count very little to this large globe, and 
 that it is quite right to say it is round. Now I 
 think I am quite right to say that Britains are 
 orderly and systematic in spite of those shameful 
 betrayers. 
 
 I used to have full curiosity upon the young 
 John BuUesses. If I was introduced to a young 
 John Bulless, she would write me thus : " My 
 mother wants me to tell you she would like to 
 have tea with you on so-and-so date." 1 visited 
 on them on the fixed date. It was true that her 
 mother had tea with us. But mother would go off 
 immediately after the tea. I had no chance to 
 talk with her. It was the young John Bulless 
 who talked to me all the time. I felt rather 
 strange. 
 
 One day the final trick befell upon me. I got 
 the usual invitation of " for the sake of her 
 mother." But this time, to my surprise, mother 
 did not appear at all. I was told she was out. So 
 
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 I came to the conclusion to believe that " mother " 
 meant the young John Bulless herself. I often 
 witnessed more critical event. One of my young 
 John Bull friends proposed to a young John 
 Bulless. He informed me her answer was she 
 wanted to ask "mother." The next information 
 was that " mother " could not agree. 
 
 I said, " I say, it is rather a hard line with 
 mother. John Bullesses bring all unpleasant part 
 upon their mother. I am sure I would not or 
 could not be John Bullesses' mother." 
 
 Perhaps those mother John Bullesses had the 
 same trick upon their mothers in their youthful 
 day, and the present young John Bullesses shall be 
 mothers, and they shall be revenged by their 
 daughters quite soon. The reason is very very 
 simple. Even in such a free country like England, 
 there are some conventionalities — especially between 
 the different sexes. Surely they themselves are 
 quite safe, but they are much afraid of the outside 
 folks who so often make stupid gossip about them. 
 And tender and gentle John Bullesses are trying 
 hard to be out of the focus of those nonsensical 
 gossips. Indeed, more than once, I heard their 
 complaint, " As long as those foundless gossips are 
 uttered by every one's lips, we can not do our 
 work much in this world." 
 
 I sincerely sympathise with them. It must be 
 
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 47 
 
 frightfully awkward for those innocent and pure- 
 hearted John BuUesses. I loudly speak out that 
 those who create stupid rumours have much lower 
 morals themselves. For people always imagine the 
 others with their own heart. 1 shall call England 
 " really civilised country " when all those rumours 
 and gossips are swept away. Until then I shall 
 hold up my tongue. I say this absolutely and not 
 comparatively. I am not comparing England with 
 any other countries, for England is leading this 
 moral far ahead in this world. 
 
 Lately, to my surprise, I met a plucky young 
 John Bulless. She never brought her mother as 
 the way of medium. She wrote me, Will you 
 come to have tea with me ? I want to talk with 
 you." So I went to talk with her. Certainly she 
 has very progressive ideas, and she can not stand 
 under the old conventions. She ignores all oppo- 
 sition against her. As I cannot describe her 
 accurately with my broken English, the reader 
 may easily imagine she is some sort of advanced 
 woman. I know that kind of woman quite well. 
 She is most unbearable. But this John Bulless 
 whom I am talking, is entirely different from the 
 others. She is well brought up in a good family, 
 and in spite of her pluckiness and progressiveness, 
 she has that sweet and charming nature of all the 
 gentlest women. Her conversation is pleasant 
 
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 because it is absolutely on literature and art — 
 especially of the latest fashions. I wonder if she 
 is quite an exceptional John Bulless, or are all 
 younger John Bullesses progressing in that way ? 
 I wish it would be the latter. I know there are 
 quite many ablest John Bullesses. Only I wish 
 the other stupid gossip-manufacturers would not 
 prevent them doing some great works together 
 with men. My idealed civilisation shall come soon 
 then. 
 
 Once upon a time in Japan, there was a great 
 poet philosopher called Rikiu. When he was a 
 boy he was working under a high priest in some 
 famous temple. Some notable guests were to come 
 to that temple. The priest ordered Rikiu to sweep 
 the garden well. It was early in autumn. The 
 boy tried to sweep every leaf fallen on the garden. 
 But the more he swept the more were falling. It 
 was hopeless for him to make the ground spotlessly 
 neat. He philosophied himself, and shook all the 
 trees. Lo, the garden ground was thickly covered 
 with red and golden autumn leaves. The High 
 Priest and his guests enjoyed this poetically swept 
 garden. The moral of the different sexes is 
 same with those autumn leaves. Indeed, since 
 the day of Confucius we have been trying to sweep 
 off the need for secret meetings. But the more 
 we try, the more ugly events happen. We could 
 
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 49 
 
 not see our idealed garden with pure and spotless 
 ground for the last three thousand years, and we 
 shall never be able to see in future, too. On the 
 other hand, the English garden of the mixed life 
 is as poetic and beautiful as that of Rikiu's. Only 
 if there were not any silly rumours and gossips 
 it would be still neater. 
 
 As I was born in the country of the fixed mar- 
 riages, I could not imagine rightly about the free 
 marriage system until I came to England and wit- 
 nessed it with my own eyes. I used to have many 
 a question such as — Sociable people will win every- 
 thing of course, but how is about those quiet, shy, 
 or modest people, and those slow temperament 
 people ? 
 
 I hear it is the men's duty to propose women. 
 Then couldn't the women have power to choose 
 their future husband } 
 
 After having observed the English life for four- 
 teen years I am now answering to all my own 
 questions. As this book is for the woman, I shall 
 write only the woman's side. Whether they are 
 very sociable or very shy, the luck comes to them 
 quite equally. Indeed, many of my young John 
 Bulless friends have been getting married one after 
 another every year. Every one of them had dif- 
 ferent nature, though. 
 
 One afternoon I went to Hyde Park and I 
 
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50 MT WEALED JOHN BULLESSES 
 
 amused myself by watching the storks. They have 
 such a slow temperament. They never chase after 
 fishes, but they are standing in shallow water in- 
 stead, and waiting until some fish comes near to 
 them. Then they pick up their prey. It seems 
 to me they have foolishly slow temperament, but 
 to my delight they are never starved. 1 saw one 
 of them catch big fish twice in twenty minutes. 
 On the other hand, look at the ducks. They are 
 much harder workers. They dive into the water 
 every minute and chase after fish to catch, I said 
 to myself, " What different natures they have ! 
 Yet how equally is their luck ! Human life is 
 exactly the same ! Only the one who faithfully 
 obeys to her nature shall get the best luck," 
 
 Now about the second question, whether John 
 BuUesses have power to choose their future hus- 
 bands or not ? I was awfully mistaken. For John 
 Bullesses have more power of wooing than men. 
 If they have the power to control men's passion, 
 they can encourage the men just as well. The 
 women's helm steers the human boat very sharply. 
 It was true what I have heard that men have to 
 propose, while the women are silent. But I have 
 observed definitely that John Bullesses are wooing 
 in every way, and put men into cross-examination 
 to confess. Once I observed a very timid man got 
 courage to propose. It seemed as easy as for me 
 
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 51 
 
 to put my own signature on some finished picture 
 by Turner or Corot ! " 1 see, I see," I said to 
 one John Bulless. "After all, you are not in 
 miserable position as I used to imagine ! " 
 
 Another question of mine was that in the free- 
 marriage country some plain-looking girls might 
 have harder luck than those beautiful girls. I sin- 
 cerely feel very sorry for the former that it is so to 
 some certain degree. But there is not much dis- 
 appointment for them after all. For the gentle 
 and sympathetic hearts conquer the beauty in shape. 
 One might have too short nose or too big mouth, 
 but if she has a beautiful heart that imperfectness 
 of her face sweetens her charms even more. Indeed 
 this sort of charm attracts men more than those 
 beauties of deadly hard marble statues ! 
 
 Therefore those who have sincere hearts shall 
 win their luck quite easily. 
 
 As the result of free marriage I have found most 
 unexpected phenomena in my very idealed John 
 BuUesses. I mean those who are most charming 
 and beautiful, yet who have very sincere and pathetic 
 hearts. Why.?* Well, let me tell you. Perhaps 
 the beauties who can enjoy the vain life, or who are 
 hard-hearted, have the best time because all the 
 men flatter them and flirt them. And if they like 
 they may be able to break hundred hearts. I have 
 nothing to say with this sort of woman. But what 
 
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 about those beautiful John Bullesses who have sin- 
 cere hearts and higher philosophy ? They can not 
 enjoy these vainly flirting lives. Yet many men 
 would go to them and pay all sorts of compliments 
 for their beauty, after more or less the manner of 
 wild animals. Very few sincere men indeed would 
 go to them. On the other hand, beautiful John 
 Bullesses may have plenty of unsuspected enemies. 
 I know several of this sort of John BuUess. They 
 are often lamenting that it is difficult to get real 
 friends. I know their hearts are rebelling secretly, 
 and I sympathise them very much. 
 
CHAPTER IV 
 
 JOHN BULLESS AS MY TEACHER 
 
 T70R the last fourteen years the John BuUesses 
 have been my teachers in many ways, and they 
 shall be in the future too. First of all I have 
 studied the English from them. Men are gener- 
 ally too impatient to teach the language ; they 
 would pass any bad pronunciations. Therefore if 
 I trust the men teachers and believe that I can 
 speak the English quite well, it gives me an 
 astonishing mistake. John BuUesses are different, 
 and I have more confidence upon them. They 
 would make me pronounce one word for a 
 hundred or two hundred times until I can 
 really pronounce it. Especially for such a hope- 
 lessly dense one on the foreign language as 
 myself, the John BuUesses are the great help. It 
 has been their hard task to bring me up to this 
 point. I mean I am now able, though not without 
 difficulty, to sew up each word which is in the stock 
 of my head and make a ragged dress for my ideas. 
 I often rebel against myself. For all my neighbours 
 are wearing beautifully sewn dresses of the English. 
 
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 I asked one of my intimate John BuUesses to lend 
 me her sewing-machine. She shook her head and 
 said, " We English people always prefer your hand- 
 made dresses ! " I don't know whether it is kind 
 of her or not. I may frankly take it as her cruelty 
 if she stops my English lessons. However, the 
 John Bullesses have taught me many English slangs. 
 Until then I used to make awful mistakes. For 
 instance, when I heard first time the people saying 
 " Great Scott ! " I thought that meant one who has 
 taken too much whisky ! 
 
 The other day a newly-arrived Japanese was 
 asking the meaning of" Bob." I said, " It is a quite 
 new word since the African War. The gold piece 
 represents the Sovereign, while the shilling repre- 
 sents Lord Roberts." My John Bulless friend 
 interfered with a killingly amazed face, and pointed 
 out my mistake. I lost the confidence on my 
 English from my Japanese friends ! 
 
 One of my Japanese friends came over here a 
 few months ago. He said he was learning the 
 English lessons from his landlady. I said he was 
 very wise to make a John Bulless as his teacher. 
 He lowered his voice and whispered me, " I have 
 learnt a horrible thing from my landlady. She 
 said the English people eat cats ! " 
 
 I said, " Certainly not. She must be an alien. 
 Don't study the English from her any more." 
 
JOHN BULLESS AS MT TEACHER 55 
 
 " But, my dear Markino, she is English," 
 
 " Then she ought not to eat cats/' 
 
 "Well, she herself does not eat cats. But her 
 neighbours do. Every morning a man with a 
 basket comes to our next door and makes a dis- 
 agreeable voice, ^ Mew, meat ! ' I asked my land- 
 lady what that was. She said it was the cat's 
 meat ! " 
 
 I said to my friend, " She is English after all, 
 and is quite safe, to my relief ! " 
 
 I myself often make this sort of mistake even 
 now. Only last year when King Edward died and 
 was lying in state in Westminster I wanted to go 
 there and see him. I went with my John Bulless 
 friends to Westminster by the Underground. 
 They said, " We ought to go to ^ kew.' " I said, 
 '^What a hard job for us. Let us take a train 
 there ! " 
 
 One of them said, " O no, let us walk ! " 
 
 I grumbled very much, because it seemed too 
 foolish to walk all way to Kew. But they never 
 listened to me, and said, "Kew might be quite 
 near." I could not make it out until they taught 
 me the word queue — a quite new word to me ! 
 
 My life in London is different from those tourists 
 who are dragged round by the Cook's guide and 
 say " farewell " within a week. No, from the first 
 day I intended to settle down here. Therefore I 
 
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 sincerely wanted to learn and obey to the English 
 customs, though all my English friends are always 
 ready to forgive my unaccustomed manners. Still 
 it is my etiquette to be polite. That is why I am 
 always asking everything to the John Bullcsses, and 
 they are kindly teaching me every time, and they 
 never laugh at myjignorance. I am much appreciat- 
 ing their sincerity. 
 
 As I wrote in my last book (A Japanese Artist in 
 London) I used to live in Greenwich, and thence I 
 attended to the Japanese Naval Office in morning, 
 then to the night school of the Goldsmith Institute. 
 It was nearly eleven o'clock every night when I 
 arrived to my diggings. I was deadly tired. The 
 landlord asked me every evening, " How were you 
 getting on with your work to-day } " I always 
 answered him every small detail of my work at the 
 office and the school. One day I said to my land- 
 lady, "Why is your husband giving me such a 
 troublesome question } You see I often feel too 
 tired to answer.'' 
 
 She patted me and said, " My poor boy, you 
 need not give him all information of your work. 
 It is our custom to say, ^ How are you getting 
 on ? ' and if you simply say, ^ All right,' that will 
 be quite enough." 
 
 The next evening the old man put the same 
 question upon me. At first I rather hesitated, 
 
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 because I thought such an abrupt answer might 
 offend him. But I got courage at last when I saw 
 his wife giving me some sign in her eyes. I 
 shouted loudly, All right/' To my surprise, the 
 old man seemed more satisfied than to hear all the 
 details ! Since this event I began to incline to 
 have more friendship with John Bullesses than 
 John Bulls. 
 
 There are two kinds of John Bullesses. One 
 is quite conscious that I am the different sex. 
 This sort of John BuUess treats me as a man, 
 and I feel shy and queer. I cannot enjoy myself. 
 The other John Bullesses are excellent. They 
 treat me as one of themselves. They tell me all 
 about their ideas to make new dresses, hats, etc. 
 I am having very happy time with them, and they 
 are my best teachers for everything. I can talk 
 about and ask them all sorts of things which I 
 cannot disclose to my men friends. There is very 
 plain reason. My age is now getting old enough 
 to know everything, and frankly my philosophical 
 head is more or less developed. Therefore men 
 think I ought not to ask a trifle thing in our daily 
 life. More than once some men laughed at me 
 when I asked some questions (seriously, though). 
 They suspected I was " acting." They have quite 
 forgotten what life I have been leading. First or 
 all I am a foreigner, and am absolutely ignorant 
 
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 of the English custom. Secondly, my poverty has 
 forbidden me for the last thirteen years to get into 
 the social life. Only the John Bullesses see my 
 present condition — quite a baby in one way. It 
 was one of them who taught me not to wear a 
 made-up tie in England, and what sorts of suits 
 to wear on each event which is happening in my 
 daily life nowadays. In the theatres, restaurant, 
 or in the parks, it is my John Bulless friends who 
 always point out some fashions and criticise them. 
 It is one of the most valuable lessons for my arts. 
 
 On those days when I had a very poor life in 
 Greenwich or Kensal Rise my landladies used to 
 take me to Saturday night markets. It was one 
 of my greatest pleasures then to take a basket or 
 bag and follow after them to shopping some Sunday 
 provisions. I learnt some lessons — how those John 
 Bullesses are making sufficiently sweet home with 
 insufficient wage of their husbands. Another plea- 
 sure of mine was to help them to iron the pina- 
 fores of their children or wash the dishes to lessen 
 the too heavy work for those poor John Bullesses. 
 I have shared joys and sorrows together with them 
 for more than ten years. Now I want to appeal 
 to all the English publics for the sake of those 
 simple and sincere John Bullesses. I shall write 
 fully about this in the future chapter under the 
 title of " Suffragette." 
 
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 When I was living in New Cross I had a young 
 John Bulless friend, and we used to have a walk 
 together. She often exclaimed, " No, thanks, 
 gentlemen ! We don't want to be followed by 
 you." 
 
 I asked, " What are you talking about ? " 
 Well, don't look back. They will notice you. 
 But some men have been following after us ! " 
 
 Once or twice I had a chance to look back and 
 see " men following after us.'' I said, " Nonsense ! 
 How do you know that ^ Perhaps they have to 
 walk just the same direction with us. I am afraid 
 you are prejudging ! " 
 
 " Oh no, they are following us." 
 
 I never believed this until I went to Paris. In 
 Paris I stayed in the flat of my French lady friend. 
 One day we had walk on Rue Royale. She said 
 to me, " Some men are following after us ! " I 
 looked back. Three men were walking slowly 
 towards us, about one hundred yards off. I said, 
 
 Certainly they are not. I heard the same story 
 from my John Bulless friend some years ago. But 
 I never believed her. Why you women are so 
 prejudging ! " 
 
 My French friend was rather up-straight woman. 
 
 " Well, I shall clear off your suspicions upon 
 the John Bulless as well as myself. Let us sit 
 down and have cafe'' 
 
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 So we took the seats at Cafe Weber. The three 
 men arrived only a minute later and took the seats 
 very near us. They began to make very vulgar 
 remarks on us. My friend whispered to me, 
 " How do you think now ? This is quite enough. 
 Let us go home.'* 
 
 When I asked the bill to the ga?fon the three 
 men asked the bill at the same time. They were 
 intending to follow us again. Only, to their dis- 
 appointment, we took a taxie and got rid of them. 
 I always say women are much sharper observers 
 than myself. They would make very good detec- 
 tives. 
 
 I have something more to tell the reader about 
 my French friend and the John Bullesses. The 
 French women are very practical and industrious, 
 and my friend was no exception. She was sewing 
 all day and used to make beautiful dresses. One 
 day I was watching her work. She said to me, 
 " You see I make all my dresses. Could your John 
 BuUess friends do the same ? " 
 
 I said, " Perhaps not. I am afraid they don't 
 know even how to hold the needle. Anyhow, they 
 are very clever to write." 
 
 She broke in, " What use for women to write ir 
 they could not sew ? Who would look after their 
 houses then ? — except they are millionaires ! " 
 
 I could give her no answer, as it seemed to me 
 
JOHN BULLESS AS MT TEACHER 6i 
 
 there was some sense in it. In fact, John Bullesses 
 don't look to mc as if they can hold needles when 
 they have long necks, and shoulders like Greek 
 Goddess. When I came back to London, I re- 
 peated all these stories to my John Bulless friends. 
 They were very angry with me, because I lied ! 
 For the revenge (very sweet revenge, though) the 
 John Bullesses wanted to do sewing business for 
 me. And they mended all my clothes. Remem- 
 bering the lecture of my French friend, I examined 
 their sewing. The line was as straight as a rule, 
 and each stitch was exactly same length. They 
 were the experts and not amateurs at all. I wrote 
 to my French friend immediately, asking her 
 pardon that I made a false statement about my 
 John Bulless friends ! 
 
 As I said in the first article, the John Bulless is 
 very lively. Last year I travelled in Italy with a 
 party of five. Two of them were young John 
 Bullesses. About ascending or descending the 
 mountainous roads, I yielded to their activity. 
 About ascending I did nearly same with them (not 
 more, though). But about descending they were mar- 
 vellous. It was absolutely hopeless for me to follow 
 after them. Those two John Bullesses alternately 
 began to help me by taking my arm, or sometimes 
 offering me their umbrellas, and they themselves 
 walked on without them. I looked around, as I 
 
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 was very nervous if any one was watching us. 1 
 felt awfully ashamed of myself. For it was the 
 most shameful record on the men's history that I 
 should be helped by the pretty young John 
 BuUesses ! 
 
 It seems to me the John Bullesses go out when- 
 ever they have nothing to do indoors. If I pay 
 visit upon them without any notice I very seldom 
 find them at home. Rain does not make the 
 exception for their walk. I am very grateful for 
 that, for it is my most favourite subject to paint the 
 John Bullesses in rain or in fogs. Nothing could 
 be more romantic than to watch them in foggy day. 
 You can see nothing but vast semi-transparent 
 fogs, like a sheet of the wrapping-paper. Then 
 some shadowy figure appears. The nearer the 
 figure approaches to you the more detail you begin 
 to observe. Then when she passes just before you, 
 you see a charming face, deeply enveloped by thick 
 fur (John Bullesses look more charming in fog than 
 ever, because it gives their faces nice colour). Then 
 she is gradually melted away into a shadow scarcely 
 darker than the colour of air, and vanishes 
 altogether in the next minute. 
 
 I understand one cannot wait some urgent 
 business until the rain or fogs clear up. But the 
 rain cannot stop John Bullesses, for they would not 
 mind wet days for pleasure walks. If I make 
 
JOHN BULLESS AS MT TEACHER 63 
 
 appointment to walk in the park or on the commons 
 my John Bulless friends never fail on account of 
 the rain. Sometimes they play golf in pouring 
 rain whole morning ! This is a great astonishment. 
 Of course it must be remembered their dresses are 
 different from those of Japanese girls, and just fancy 
 a Japanese girl walking in rain ! The cosmetics on 
 her hair would be washed down to her face. All her 
 beautiful silk dress would be soaked. She would 
 give the same effect with that angel on Castel Sant' 
 Angelo ! 
 
 As long as the John BuUesses are opening their 
 eyes they are always active. But there is only one 
 place where one can see them very still and quiet. 
 Go to the box or the wing of the dress circle and 
 watch those John BuUesses in stalls during the 
 performance. They are all sitting motionless in the 
 shape of the Cassiopeia stars in gloomy light. It is 
 very effective, and I have often enjoyed seeing them 
 more than some poor plays ! 
 
 A few years ago when I lived with my elderly 
 fellow artist, we often talked about the question of 
 women. I said to him, " I don't care much for 
 some old women. When the men get older they 
 become more generous and more philosophical. 
 The women are reverse. Those young girls are 
 very charming and have broad minds, ready to for- 
 give anything. But when they get older seven out 
 
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 of ten become very selfish. They speak very 
 disagreeable things." Thereupon, my friend replied 
 me promptly, Hear, hear ! I am always thinking 
 in the same way with you. When the romance in 
 women's hearts dies out, they become merely 
 vinegar ! " 
 
 I told this to one of my young John BuUesses. 
 She was very indignant. " We women never 
 change our mind by age. It is your own part 
 which is changing according to the age of women. 
 I notice that in you very often. When a charming 
 young girl speaks to you, you listen to her very 
 eagerly. Even when she says really rude things, 
 you always accept her with a jolly good heart. And 
 if an elder lady opposes against you about a trifle 
 thing, immediately you change your countenance. 
 I know sometimes you would feel not quite willing 
 to open the door for an old lady, and always you 
 are willing even to sacrifice your own life for the 
 sake of some charming girl. You ought to be 
 ashamed of yourself ! " 
 
 When I was alone in my room I thought her 
 lecture over very carefully, and it seemed to me 
 there was truth to some certain degree. So I 
 apologised to that young John BuUess, and pro- 
 mised her to behave myself more fairly in future. 
 I have been keeping this promise quite honestly, 
 and 1 feel 1 am getting more or less tamed. How- 
 
JOHN BULLESS AS MT "TEACHER 65 
 
 ever, I have something to say about some old 
 ladies. I don't say every one. Perhaps one 
 among ten thousands. But in such a thick popu- 
 lation like London it is not seldom to see " one 
 among ten thousands." I mean one who stands at 
 the entrance of the omnibuses. She knows quite 
 well that she cannot get off while the 'bus is in 
 motion. Yet she covers the place with herself, 
 stretching her both hands to the railings, and she 
 makes many busy youngsters unable to get off. 
 The latter are often carried to long distance. The 
 lady herself knows that ; more than once I heard 
 somebody say from behind her back, "Thank 
 you ! " But she never moves. She thinks this 
 whole world, including that 'bus, is made especially 
 for herself. The British public is very polite. 
 They dare not utter grumplaining words to old 
 ladies. But I have often observed some withered 
 faces behind the lady, and when the focus of their 
 eyes comes together they smile for the comfort of 
 each other's sympathy. I have never seen the 
 young John Bullesses stand still on the doorway of 
 'buses. They are modest enough to stay in, or 
 lively enough to jump off, while the 'buses are in 
 motion. 
 
 By the way, about the modestness of the young 
 John BuUess I want to mention a few things. The 
 other day I took my Japanese friend to one of my 
 
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 young John BuUess friends. When we were 
 leaving her house she wanted to help my Japanese 
 friend to put on his overcoat. He moved back, 
 saying, " No, no, no." 
 
 Next time when I saw that John Bulless she said 
 to me, Your friend was awfully shy, wasn't he ? " 
 
 I told this to my Japanese friend. He said, I 
 have travelled in all the Western world, but that 
 was the very first time that a lady tried to help my 
 overcoat. I thought it was extraordinarily modest 
 of her. That was why I could not accept her 
 voluntary offer." 
 
 We have saying in Japan, " One who lives in the 
 room of flowers does not realise the scent." It is 
 true in my case. As I have been in England for 
 such a long time I have begun to un-notice the 
 fragrant John Bullesses. But a stranger like my 
 friend, who just opened the door of England and 
 came in, he appreciated the modestness of John 
 Bullesses more than myself. Since this event I 
 began to recollect my life in California. I re- 
 member I and another Japanese took a cable car in 
 San Francisco. Many people were standing, but 
 my friend, seeing an empty seat, sat himself down. 
 We did not see there was one lady standing. She 
 immediately struck my friend's knee hardly with 
 her umbrella and demanded him to give up his 
 seat to her. 
 
JOHN BULLESS AS MT TEACHER 67 
 
 This sort of comic-tragedy we never see in 
 England. Indeed, I so often see most respectable 
 and delicate ladies standing in the tube cars while 
 some men are sitting, and whenever I give seats to 
 them they heartily thank me, and sometimes they 
 would not accept unless I offer them twice or three 
 times. 
 
 If the John Bull travelled all over the world and 
 came back again he would realise and appreciate the 
 modestness of his sister John Bulless ! 
 
CHAPTER V 
 
 QUEEN OF THE JOHN BULLESSES 
 
 TX7HAT a merry month was June of 191 1 ! 
 ^ ^ It shall never be forgotten as long as this 
 human world is existing, I mean as the Great 
 Britain is existing. (Practically and logically this 
 has the same meaning.) For it was the Coronation 
 month. The Coronation for the most peace-loving 
 King and the most tender-hearted Queen ! Merry 
 and joyful must be all the very loyal Britons and 
 so must be the foreigners all over the world as 
 well. 
 
 By the way, am I a foreigner ? Yes, so I am. 
 I have nearly forgotten that ! Anyhow, I think I 
 am less foreigner than some real foreigners because 
 first of all our countries are allied. Then I have 
 been in their Majesties' country nearly half of my 
 life. My flesh and bones are entirely made with 
 the British substances by this time, so the medical 
 science says, and my heart and brain are more 
 Britonised by many kind-hearted John Bulless 
 friends. Why then should I not be loyal to the 
 Queen of the John Bullesses as much as the most 
 
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QUEEN OF THE JOHN BULLESSES 69 
 
 loyal Britions ? Do you say I am getting less 
 patriotic to my own country ? Nonsense ! It 
 makes me so grieved to think that there are many 
 fools who misunderstand the word Patriotic " as 
 the ^^fighting spirit" with the neighbouring country. 
 Don't you know friend-making is far more patriotic ? 
 So let us all (including my little self) be united to 
 celebrate this historically merry month ! 
 
 My heart was full of joys — so must be yours. 
 By the way, I have quite forgotten that the sizes 
 of our hearts are different. Mine is very small 
 one. Those who have bigger hearts can naturally 
 speak out more merry words. But I cannot keep 
 absolutely silent either, for although my heart is 
 small, joys are overflowing from it. So I forget 
 everything — even myself. 
 
 May the graceful Queen forgive my dreadfully 
 ragged English, for my heart is in the full-uniform 
 before Her Majesty ! 
 
 For this special month of Coronation I have 
 decided to write about the Windsor Castle which the 
 Queen of the John Bullesses dearly loves. 
 
 I knew the name Windsor Castle since I was a 
 schoolboy in Japan. An American missionary gave 
 me a Christmas card ; the chromotype picture of 
 the Windsor Castle was on it. I framed it and 
 hanged it in my room, and I valued it very much. 
 Readers, you may laugh, for such a Christmas card 
 
70 MT WEALED JOHN BULLESSES 
 
 is so common to you. But to me, it was more 
 precious than the Japanese prints to you. You 
 can get any amounts of the Japanese prints here 
 now. But at that time (twenty-two years ago) we 
 could not get such a Christmas card with money. 
 The Castle in that picture seemed to me most 
 enormous size, especially because we, the school- 
 boys, lived in a toy-like house. Beneath the pic- 
 ture I wrote a line from a famous Chinese poetry 
 in To Dynasty : — 
 
 Unless you see the grandeur 
 And splendour of the Palace 
 
 You shall not know 
 
 how high and how noble 
 is the Emperor. 
 
 I never dreamed then that I should get the 
 chance to-day to witness this "enormous castle" 
 with my own eyes ! 
 
 My editor friends said, " We shall take you 
 there and show you everything." 
 
 " Everything ? " 
 
 "Yes. The gardens, inside of castle, chapel, 
 and everything are open to the public on some 
 certain days." 
 
 Alas ! Mencius was gone two thousand years 
 ago ! If he was alive to-day to hear this how 
 delighted would he be ! Here is the quotation 
 from the Book of Mencius : — 
 
QUEEN OF IHE JOHN BULLESSES 71 
 
 King Sen of Sei asked Mencius and said, ^ I 
 hear the garden of King Bun was seven miles 
 square. Was that so ? ' 
 
 " Mencius said, ^ Yes, it is written so in the 
 history.' 
 
 " ^ How large it was ! ' 
 
 " ^ Well, the public thought it was still too 
 small.' 
 
 " ^ My garden is only four miles square, yet the 
 nation think it is too large. Why is that ? ' 
 
 " Mencius replied, ' Yes, the garden of King 
 Bun was seven miles square, and all the nation was 
 permitted to enjoy itself in it, therefore no wonder 
 the people thought it was not large enough. When 
 I arrived at the boundary of your country I learnt 
 all your national law from an officer. I heard your 
 Majesty had a garden of four miles square. No 
 people were allowed to get in, and if one gave 
 harm to the animals, birds, or even to the trees, 
 he is put unto death. I cannot call such a ground 
 "garden." It is practically a trap. The people 
 would feel even four yards square trap too much for 
 them. No wonder why they are complaining about 
 such a tremendous trap of four miles square ! ' " 
 
 Mencius was lecturing the kings for all his life. 
 He has left many books behind. Great philoso- 
 phers were born from time to time and added 
 hundreds books. But has his idea ever been 
 
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 practised either in China or Japan ? How very 
 strange and delightful to find his doctrine really 
 practised in this far, far Western country where 
 Mencius is not counted among its sages ! Some 
 twenty years ago it was merely a dream of mine 
 when I read the book of Mencius to imagine a 
 most peacefully and gracefully reigning sovereign. 
 To-day in England it has come true for me to 
 witness it. 
 
 Could such a little stranger like myself be allowed 
 to have a glimpse of the Honourable Castle of the 
 Queen of the John Bullesses ? 
 
 One Saturday lately I enthusiastically accepted 
 the invitation of my editorial friends for motoring 
 to the Old Windsor. Our party was composed 
 with two editorial friends and the wife of one of 
 them — for I claimed there should be a John BuUess 
 — and my little self. We started from Hammer- 
 smith early in the morning. One of them was an 
 excellent steerer, and we went on splendidly until 
 we came to Brooklands, where one of the wheels 
 was cracked with cannon-like sound ! It was such 
 a hard work for that young fellow to change the 
 tyre. The perspiration was flowing all over his 
 infiammated red face. The John Bulless was 
 soothing him all the while. When everything was 
 ready the young fellowjumped on the car and said, 
 " John Bullesses always keep my temper down ! 
 
QUEEN OF THE JOHN BULLESSES 73 
 
 I was so glad then she was with us, or else there 
 might be left nothing of me ! 
 
 No sooner than our car passed Chertsey than 
 I already began to notice neatness, freshness, and 
 sweetness of the Nature. The severe winter was 
 gone only a few days ago, and these five or seven 
 sunny days had brought the tender cobalt-greens all 
 over the woods. Here and there the masses of pine 
 trees were distinguishing themselves with their dark 
 and strong colour. Two or three of them were 
 overhanging their vine-like branches right across the 
 road. Who would believe this undusty Nature was 
 only half an hour reach from the greatest me- 
 tropolis I 
 
 Our car stopped ! Was another tyre broken ? 
 No, not this time. I was told we were at Virginia 
 Water. We went into a little cottage-restaurant. 
 We had a glass of whisky and soda-water each as 
 the signatures of passport ! and crossed the cottage 
 and a little garden. 
 
 There a vast view of the lake ! The water 
 reflected the whole view, even the dots of clouds, 
 clearer than a mirror. Two white geese were 
 sailing forward breaking the reflections into myste- 
 rious tones. Just beyond the green bank I saw two 
 hatless heads of country boys. As I walked for- 
 wards I found out their bodies — they were enjoying 
 their sun-bath. 
 
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 Seeing this, again I recollected Confucius. Once 
 upon a time Confucius had dinner with all his 
 pupils and after the dinner they all sat down easily 
 and began to discuss freely all what they were 
 imagining. Some pupil desired to be a general of 
 a million warriors, some to be politicians, etc. There 
 was a favourite pupil of Confucius called So-Tets. 
 Confucius said to him, " S5-Tets, why art thou 
 silent ? Tell me what thou thinkest ? " 
 
 So-Tets said, " My ambition is too humble to 
 mention. I only wish to lie down on the green 
 bank of the lake and enjoy the calmful spring." 
 
 Confucius exclaimed, " I, too, have the same 
 ambition with thee ! 
 
 By this he meant his only desire was the most 
 peaceful reign of the king. 
 
 An old man in a porter's uniform came to us 
 and pointed the opposite side of the lake, and said 
 that was the favourite part of the Queen and that 
 Her Majesty often came there to have tea. I just 
 bent my knee down looking towards that beautiful 
 spot ! After seeing that famous beauty of the 
 cascade we drove to Windsor immediately. I 
 swallowed my luncheon in a few minutes, for I was 
 so excited to see the castle. 
 
 Now we were ready to see the Old Windsor 
 Castle at last. The plan of the entrance from 
 Henry VIII gate resembled with those old Japanese 
 
QUEEN OF THE JOHN BULLESSES 75 
 
 castles so much, only I found the scale was larger 
 and the colour of the stone buildings seemed so 
 vivid in the sun, they looked more like guinea-fowls' 
 feathers. We went into the St. George's Chapel 
 first of all. Dignity and sacredness combined with 
 the high art — that was my immediate impression 
 there ! I could not help recollecting my visit to 
 Italy last year. I have seen many beautiful archi- 
 tectures in those churches everywhere I visited. 
 But never I felt this sincere divinity there ! No- 
 thing could be more suitable for the House of 
 God than Gothics. However, there was some 
 more reason. Because it was the sanctuary of the 
 sovereigns of the greatest nation in the world. 
 And because I pay to their Majesties all the 
 sincerest loyalty from my humble heart ! I crept 
 a few steps up to the choir. My eyes were caught 
 by the grandeur and magnificence of the wood- 
 carving decorations. Gradually my eyes began to 
 gaze upon the ceiling — the finest specimen of 
 Gothic art — I started to count the banners from 
 the opposite corner. When I turned my head all 
 round and to the final point directly upon myself 
 something made me feel so happy. Yes, my heart 
 swelled high with happiness. It was the new 
 banner of the King and Queen. 
 
 I have some story for these banners. About 
 two months and half ago, Mr. Cooper of the Royal 
 
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 School of Art and Needlework invited me to his 
 school. He came down to greet me at the door, 
 I saw in the first floor many specimens of the 
 beautiful needleworks done by the students. Then 
 in a large room on the second floor many young 
 John Bullesses were actually working the embroi- 
 dery. Mr. Cooper and the tutors told me that 
 was not all, but they had some special things to 
 show me. We went into another room. There 
 I saw those two royal banners were almost finished. 
 They were carefully covered. The tutors explained 
 me what a great attention was taken to produce 
 these beautiful banners. Mr. Cooper seemed very 
 proud and said to me, I invited you to our school 
 for some reasons. You said in your first article 
 that you had no chance to see the school girls' life. 
 That is one reason, but the greater reason is our 
 John Bullesses here are all very loyal to the King 
 and Queen, and certainly you must be pleased to 
 hear that, because you are a Japanese." 
 
 I answered every remark of his in the positive. 
 
 Now, seeing the very same banners in the Choir 
 of St. George I felt so happy. The brilliant em- 
 broiderings seemed to me almost sparkling, for I 
 knew the loyal John Bullesses who had made them. 
 
 We came out from St. George's to the open 
 ground under the round tower. I saw the beautiful 
 flower-beds in the moat beneath. My editorial 
 
QUEEN OF THE JOHN BULLESSES 77 
 
 friend explained me that the moat was to introduce 
 the water during the war time. I saw no water 
 except that tiny twinkling spring to keep a few 
 golden fishes, all other parts were covered with 
 all sorts of flowers. I don't know the English 
 names for those, though most of them have been 
 my acquaintances since I was in Japan. 
 
 Mauve, pink, yellow, and white — what a beautiful 
 carpet woven by the Nature's hands ! How very 
 pleasing to see the ground especially made for the 
 war purpose to be turned into the beauty of the 
 Nature ! It is far more delightful to see it than 
 the garden made as garden from the first. For we 
 all love the Peace — the Peace which has conquered the 
 wars — not that timidness which prefers peace to war. 
 
 What a glorious view has the North Terrace ! A 
 man began to explain us where is what," pointing 
 out every detail in a vast spring haze. I myself 
 did not care much about the geographical study. 
 So I leaned against the stone parapet and let my 
 dreaming soul wander into the happy mist which 
 concealed "several counties" (which, according to 
 the guide, ought to be seen clearly). 
 
 Did I want to see the Stateroom ? Of course I 
 did ! We four followed after a uniformed guide. 
 The inside architectures of the palace seemed to 
 me so new as if they were built only last year. 
 I repeated my question if they were repaired re- 
 
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 cently ? I was told they were not repaired, but a 
 great care was taken. Was that all ? Then that 
 was a new lesson to me. Whenever we see old 
 corrupted ruins we always say, " that's by age." 
 Hereafter I shall say, " that's by negligence " 
 instead of " age." Those wonderful collections of 
 armours reminded me I was in the great Castle. 
 And I thought those stags' heads, big ivories, etc., 
 show well that that was the royal castle of the great 
 sportsman-nation. When we came to the picture 
 rooms I had such a great reluctance that we should 
 have to follow the guide. For that guide was 
 reading the explanation " ever too quick — -just like 
 the Buddhist monks reciting their daily creed. I 
 had no chance to stay before one picture more than 
 half a minute. The collection seemed the very 
 best, but we had to pass on like a cinematograph. I 
 did earnestly wish that I could be allowed to see all 
 the masterpieces more carefully some day. How- 
 ever, I noticed a few things in that quick running 
 tour. That was especially about Rubens. Hither- 
 to I used to look down upon Rubens' works. No 
 matter how skilful his brush might be, the bottom 
 of his idea was far more immoral than the Pompeian 
 arts (I am going to discuss this matter fully in a 
 book called My Second Tour in Italy), But here in 
 the Windsor Castle, the subjects of Rubens' pictures 
 were absolutely pure and sacred ! So I could look 
 
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 at them with a John BuUess friend together quite 
 comfortably. 
 
 The two portraits by Holbein (one Henry VIII. 
 and the other a youth) magnetised me and it was 
 hard to depart from them. When I looked back 
 all my parties were there no longer, so I had to walk 
 on. How pity that I had to pass on before that 
 big masterpiece, Charles /, by Vandyck ! 
 
 Perhaps the guard room gave me the strongest 
 impression that I was in the mighty royal palace. 
 
 How many steps to climb up the round tower } 
 I did count them half-way up, then I gave it up. It 
 seemed to me awfully high, especially on such a 
 warm spring day. However, no one would repent 
 when he reached the top, for it is the very spot to 
 see the picturesque Surrey. 
 
 The next places we were guided to were the 
 Royal Stables. Many a most beautiful horse was 
 living in the neatly kept stables ! We saw every 
 one of them and came to the riding-school. The 
 porter pointed the gallery, raised up high on the 
 opposite side, and said, The late Queen Victoria 
 used to sit down there and watch her grand- 
 children driving." My imagination went on so 
 far that I could see my mental picture of the Queen 
 Victoria there. I kneeled and nodded my head. 
 A gate door was open, and when I passed it I 
 found myself in the street again. 
 
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 Now we were to see the great Windsor Park ! 
 We were driven slowly but comfortably on the 
 ribbon-like white road between the ever-green bed 
 of the Park. The car stopped at a poetic-looking 
 gate of an awfully English style. We walked to 
 the right for a few minutes. There we saw a very 
 romantic view — a tall and slender tower standing 
 on the top of a hill. The sun was showing its ray 
 so freely upon the tower until it looked quite golden, 
 and the green grasses beneath looked more green 
 by the contrast. I said, " What a happy-looking 
 tower it is ! " 
 
 My editorial friend replied in a solemn tone, 
 " Henry VIII used to keep his wives there, and 
 they all disappeared one after another.'' 
 
 I said, " Oh ! the word ' disappear ' sounds rather 
 uncomfortable, but one who can live in such a place 
 together with his wife for all his life must be the 
 luckiest in this world." 
 
 We went into still more woodie-place. We were 
 absolutely buried underneath the newly born foli- 
 ages. Through the tiny holes between the thick 
 green leaves the sun was penetrating its beams 
 straight down. They were just like those ropes 
 from the top of shipmasts to the decks. Here and 
 there and everywhere the little birds were singing 
 joyous songs with their clear voices. O, how 
 very refreshing it was to my world-tired soul ! Evi- 
 
QUEEN OF THE JOHN BULLESSES Si 
 
 dently the full spring was come to the tops of the 
 trees. But on the ground low beneath, nothing 
 much was awakened from the winter bed yet. Only 
 here and there young ferns timidly came out from 
 the cool moisted ground in the shape of question 
 marks. 
 
 On the spot where the driving road was curving 
 there was one tree surrounded by wooden benches. 
 My friend told me that was the tree Queen Adelaide 
 planted. Two metal plates were stuck on the tree 
 for commemoration of the royal honour which the 
 tree had received. One of the plates was nearly 
 eaten in by the bark. When we looked westward 
 we saw an open space of the foliage, and there was 
 the glorious view of the old Windsor Castle. 
 
 Our guide told us that that was the favourite 
 spot of the late Queen Victoria as well as of Her 
 Majesty Queen Mary. 
 
 " The Queens of the John Bullesses know what 
 the Nature's beauty is ! I exclaimed. When- 
 ever my English friends discuss about landscape 
 they always say, O, your country. O, Japan ! '* 
 
 Yes, I am very proud of the landscape of my 
 country. But even in Japan you cannot find such 
 a beauty as Windsor everywhere. At least, I have 
 never seen such gracious and benevolent trees 
 when I was in Japan. 
 
 I began to study each tree there. I paced my 
 
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 eyes from the ground to the very top. They are 
 quite living, and not like those smoked trees in 
 London. I liked the colour of living trees so 
 much, and lo ! their height ! And how well de- 
 veloped each net-like branch ! And what vigorous 
 strength they show ! Who could believe that they 
 were grown only a little by little in some hundreds 
 of years ? They looked as if they were pulled up in 
 one night ! By my close study I found out those 
 strengthy, big trunks were the union of many 
 branches. I saw some thickly grown branches 
 were just half-united. That will be one trunk 
 later on. 
 
 Once upon a time in Japan there was a very wise 
 knight called Mori. He had twelve young sons. 
 He called every one of them to his death-bed and 
 demanded them to bring a bamboo stick. He tied 
 up twelve sticks and asked them if any of them 
 could break that. His children were filial enough 
 to obey to their father's last will. Their union 
 conquered all over Japan. 
 
 The Great Britain shall be safe and strong as long 
 as the nation is united in the same way with the 
 trees in Old Windsor. 
 
 Our one day's trip to Windsor was nearly over. 
 The big round sun like a mirror had sunken be- 
 yond the western horizon, leaving search-light-like 
 sprays from a few spaces between the clouds. The 
 
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 pale-faced moon was already high up. By the time 
 we finished our little supper the silvery moon was 
 crowned as the queen of the whole world. 
 
 I asked my friends to stop our car when we came 
 to the north side of the Castle. I jumped off from 
 the car and 1 loitered to and fro along that avenue. 
 
 O, the Windsor Castle under the moonlight ! 
 It was as sweet and beautiful as all the John 
 Bullesses under her Majesty the Queen ! 
 
 Banzai and Ban-Banzat for the Queen of the 
 John Bullesses! 
 
CHAPTER VI 
 
 HOME LIFE 
 
 QINCE Lafcadio Hearn has written several books 
 of Japanese life, the Japanese woman has be- 
 come very famous in England. Those who have 
 read his books often come across me, and they 
 always talk very highly about the Japanese women. 
 
 Perhaps Lafcadio Hearn was one of a few 
 foreigners who have seen the innerside of my 
 country. I feel very proud of our women when 
 they are so highly spoken of. But it is not seldom 
 that I meet with some English people who believe 
 the Japanese women are the only really virtuous 
 ones, and they don't think of John BuUesses at all. 
 What a great mistake they are making. At first 
 I thought they were only flattering to me. The 
 matter of fact seems to be far more serious than 
 that. 
 
 We have a proverb, " The bottom of lighthouses 
 is very dark.'' Surely those people are quite 
 blind and cannot see the sparkling virtue of John 
 Bullesses. Now let me point it out for those 
 blinds. 
 
HOME LIFE 
 
 85 
 
 Yes, it is true that Japanese women have won- 
 derfully self-sacrificing power. But it must be 
 remembered we have the national ethic called 
 " Bushido." They are trained in that way. At 
 least the national custom demands them to perform 
 Bushido. Of course those genuine ones are most 
 admirable, but many are obliged unwillingly to 
 follow after the national custom, as they are afraid 
 to be cast away from the social life. Then there 
 some hideous hypocrites come in. In England 
 you have no word to translate Bushido." 
 
 You can cry like a baby in the street if you like. 
 You can be quite selfish, so long as you don't violate 
 your national law. Nobody could compel you to 
 be deported. Is it not the real Bushido if I see 
 this ethic in such a free country where they have 
 no word for Bushido ^ It could not be an imita- 
 tion or forgery, but a genuine one. Yes, I have 
 seen the real Bushido in the hearts of some John 
 BuUesses. It comes out ever so bright in their 
 home life. It seems to me it is the speciality of 
 John BuUesses to make Sweet Home when they 
 become wives. I read Washington Irving's Sketch 
 Book when I was only a boy. Those two chapters 
 " Wife " and " Widow and her Son " were such 
 a great revelation of humanity to me then. At the 
 same time, I had some suspicious question in my 
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 with his pen ? Or were those not only the rare ex- 
 ceptions ? But now I am fortunate enough to have 
 come and lived in the home country of " Wife 
 and " Widow and her Son." And to my delight I 
 find out Irving was very truthful observer. 
 
 In most other countries (including Japan) people 
 generally entertain their guests at restaurant, hotels, 
 or clubs. In England they invite the guests to 
 their own home. Restaurant's dinner may be very 
 delicious. Club-rooms may be very chic and ele- 
 gant. But I myself enjoy the sweet euphony of 
 a private family life mostly. The former is only 
 the material enjoyment, while the latter is mental. 
 
 At the dinner-table, wife-John Bulless would 
 explain that those flowers were picked up from 
 their back garden, and even the radishes were 
 grown in the corner of her garden. She would 
 start to bite one of them, and gaze at us with such 
 proud eyes. Sometimes a newly married John 
 Bulless would apologise with bashful cheeks an 
 ill-cooked dish because " something was wrong 
 with the stove." Could there be anything sweeter 
 and more entertaining than the English home life ? 
 Well reserved John Bull husband says no word. 
 He casts his eyes downward and eats everything 
 in silence. He dare not express his burning love, 
 but his most contented expression tells me all the 
 sweet stories of his family. 
 
HOME LIFE 
 
 87 
 
 Soon after the dinner the wife John BuUess 
 would sing or play music. I know it is the song or 
 tune that is her husband's favourite. They are 
 practically geishas to their husbands. 
 
 One of my Japanese friends said to me after 
 seeing John BuUesses' home life, " They seem to 
 be the combination of scholar and geisha. 
 
 I thought it was very true expression. For in 
 olden Japan, wives used to be very loyal to 
 husbands and very diligent for the domestic affairs. 
 But most sadly they lacked that charm and sweet- 
 ness to enlighten husband's life. Then we felt the 
 urgent necessity of the education for women. But 
 the girl student often proved haughty. This was 
 the reason we have the professional girl entertainers 
 or geisha. (But we are hoping this will abolish 
 quite soon.) 
 
 Here in England, John Bullesses themselves do 
 the duty of house-wife, well-educated scholar, as 
 well as great entertainers. Lucky are those John 
 Bujls who have the wife to sweeten their lives. 
 I sincerely envy them. I always say — In Japan 
 the foundation-stone of the moral is the love 
 between parents and children, while in England 
 it is between husbands and wives. 
 
 When I was in America 1 heard a story about 
 Prince Kido which I believe will amuse the 
 reader. 
 
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 At the time when Japan opened the country, 
 Prince Kido was sent to America. After perform- 
 ing his duty there, he was to go back to his home 
 country. An American gentleman said to him, 
 " You must be very anxious to get back home, and 
 certainly you will see your wife first. . . 
 
 See my wife first ? Certainly not ! " exclaimed 
 the Prince, and he was much surprised and shocked. 
 The American asked him what would he do then ? 
 He said he would see his parents first and his wife 
 at the very last. Whereupon the American was 
 far more shocked than the Prince was ! They 
 gazed each other for a few minutes in breathless 
 silence ! 
 
 Here may I give a little explanation of the 
 Prince. Certainly he did not see his wife till the 
 very last, but I am sure his mind was not relieved 
 until then. 
 
 Now let us proceed to the " bringing-up " and 
 the home education for the children. When I was 
 in Italy some Italian lady said to me, " I am afraid 
 the English parents don't love their children 
 enough.'' So I answered her that her observation 
 was only the surface of the English life. Certainly 
 the John Bullesses seem to be very cool to their 
 children, but a little further study is needed before 
 we criticise them. My observation is that the 
 Italian as well as Japanese mothers have no doubt 
 
PUNTING ON THE THAMES. 
 
HOME LIFE 
 
 89 
 
 deep passions towards their children, while the John 
 Bullesses have real wisdom how to bring up their 
 children. I knew many Japanese women who 
 became absolutely slaves to their children, and very 
 often they have lost their reasoning and did any- 
 thing that their children asked. In Italy, too, 
 I have observed some women carrying their small 
 children under nine to cafes at midnight ! I don't 
 see such dreadful sights in England. John Bull- 
 esses have heads to govern their passion and they 
 know too well what hour they must put their 
 babies in bed. 
 
 I have a great admiration towards the English 
 nurses. They are so well trained. Their heads 
 and hearts are balanced wonderfully well — just 
 right persons to trust with babies. I must reluc- 
 tantly confess that we haven't such professional 
 nurses in Japan. I quite remember my childish 
 life when I was five or six. My parents begged 
 my nurse not to frighten me by telling horrible 
 ghost stories; nevertheless she told them to me 
 most every day, and I often got quite hysterical 
 in night. Now, seeing how the English nurses 
 are treating the babies, I always envy them. Only 
 if I were nursed like that how much brighter and 
 happier baby I was ! 
 
 John Bullesses are wise enough to get those 
 excellent nurses for their babies. And I see even 
 
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 among those comparatively poor families they gener- 
 ally engage the nurse. 
 
 In Japan you don't see so many nurses. Be- 
 cause some mothers are too attached to their babies 
 and they cannot be separated. One would be 
 much amazed to see what a great difference takes 
 place when a Japanese woman gets a baby. Until 
 a few months before she was a very young girlish 
 wife in smart fashion, but then she looks ten 
 years older. No more pretty dresses for her. No 
 more hair-dressing for her, and no more rouge to 
 her lips ! She thinks nothing about herself, but 
 only her baby. What a great contrast with the 
 John Bulless ! 1 cannot tell whether she is un- 
 married woman or a mother of twelve children. 
 The other evening at dinner I met with a charming 
 John Bulless. She told me she has three children, 
 and she went on, " Since I had children 1 began to 
 feel much younger, because I am a good companion 
 to them ! " Indeed she looked so girlish, and I 
 felt strange to address her " Madame." How 
 splendid for mother and children both to be like 
 that ! 
 
 If Japan has something more to learn from 
 England, I must say it is the John BuUess's home 
 life in all. 
 
 How very sweet are those blossoms of the 
 orchards in the early spring ! Some Japanese poet 
 
HOME LIFE 
 
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 lamented and said, " How soon shalt thou be 
 withered ! Couldst not thou last thy sweetness a 
 little longer?'' Indeed, we all wish that the flowers 
 would keep their comely shape and colour for all 
 the season. But it is the law of providence. 
 They ought to go away in order to bring us their 
 fruits in autumn. So with the children. When 
 they are four to ten or twelve they are sweeter 
 than the spring blossoms. Are there any parents in 
 this world who do not mind to part from their 
 pride } But when their ages come they shall have 
 to go away from their sweet home to have their 
 own fruits. How very cruel and how very un- 
 natural are those parents who try to keep their 
 children for all their life ! 
 
 We say in Japan, " If you love your children 
 let them travel in their early life.^' Perhaps every- 
 one in any country knows that too well. But it 
 is the John BuUess who actually practises it well. 
 This is the great reason why the British people 
 have succeeded in colonisation all over the world. 
 
 I confess I have had no experiences with chil- 
 dren. But my sketches are my children. Some- 
 times, perhaps one in hundred times, I can carry 
 out the drawings as well as the colouring just as 
 I wanted to. Then I love it very dearly. I feel I 
 want to live with it all my life. However, when 
 I finish it, I must part from it for the sake of next 
 
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 day's breads. Other day I went to South Kensing- 
 ton Museum with couple of my Japanese friends. 
 We saw a bronze eagle by Myochin. It was his 
 masterpiece. One of my friends exclaimed, "What 
 a great shame for our country to have sold such 
 a splendid masterpiece to other country ! We 
 ought to rebuy it, disregarding any figures for its 
 price. We must keep it in our country." 
 
 I deeply sighed. " How very mistaken you are ! 
 The matter is entirely different from those shame- 
 ful war trophies. Don't you know Myochin's 
 eagle is in its right place now ? Far more people 
 are looking at it here every day than when it was 
 in Japan. Besides, when it is in a foreign country, 
 it shows our art in a wider scale in this world ! " 
 
 To-day the children of the Great Britain are 
 scattered all over the world. They all are spread- 
 ing their graceful wings like Myochin's eagle. 
 They are well worth of being proud, and the merit 
 belongs to the John Bulless mothers, who know 
 how to part from their children. But it is not 
 always easy task to them ; for they have hearts as 
 much as any other women. 
 
 I know a John Bulless who had a son. She had 
 idolised him. And he was much attached to his 
 mother, and very filial too. Last year he reached 
 his age of twenty-three. He decided to settle 
 down in India. They had never parted before. 
 
HOME LIFE 
 
 93 
 
 How have they bid farewell to each other ? A day 
 before the son left home they had invited all their 
 intimate friends. The son seemed somewhat upset, 
 but the mother was in her brightest spirits, and 
 laughing and making fun all the time. She 
 laughed at her son because he was too senti- 
 mental.'' The room was full of a gay air. Who 
 could imagine that gayness and happiness of the 
 mother was only false one to encourage her son, 
 until a day after the son had sailed } One of her 
 intimate John Bulless friends paid a visit upon 
 her then. She could hardly believe that it was the 
 same mother who was so jolly the other afternoon. 
 
 She was almost broken down, and said to her 
 friend in tears, "You know I wanted my son to 
 leave his home quite happy. I did try my best. 
 But how could I really be happy to bid farewell to 
 my dearest son } " 
 
 One day I visited on Lady M with my 
 
 editor friend. Her baby girl came into the room 
 when the luncheon was over. She was about 
 seven, and the prettiest girl I have ever seen. 
 My editor friend was asking to the baby, " What 
 
 are you going to do this afternoon ^ " Lady M 
 
 whispered to my friend, " Don't ask her any- 
 thing. She is going to be sent to her school in 
 a few hours' time," and she gave us a smile — a 
 smile which concealed her tears within. 
 
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 Who can dare say the John BuUess is cool 
 to her children then ? However, 1 have learnt 
 one thing from the John Bullesses. We must not 
 call them sentimental. For they hate the word 
 sentimental. I don't know why. Is it not senti- 
 mental the parents and children being so affection- 
 ate to each other ! Is it not sentimental the 
 husband and wife being so loyal to each other ? 
 And is it not most sentimental to be patriotic, 
 especially to be so conservative ? This last spirit 
 seems to me the crystallisation of sentimental feel- 
 ing towards the country, the sovereign, the neigh- 
 bours, and the pioneer ancestors. Why, then, 
 they hate the word sentimental } Am I mistaken 
 of the meaning of that word ^ Perhaps my Anglo- 
 Japanese dictionary gives me a wrong definition 
 of the word ^. Otherwise I don't see the reason. 
 Anyhow, it is true that John Bullesses get angry 
 with me if I call them sentimental," and they 
 are shocked if I say I am sentimental. When this 
 word expressed once, they cast their eyes down- 
 ward and murmur, "Don't be silly"; and if it is 
 repeated more than twice, they shrink themselves 
 and fly away. 
 
 What I like best in John Bullesses is that their 
 nature is quite sentimental, yet they absolutely 
 deny it. This very spirit has brought up many 
 a great hero and heroine in England. 
 
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 95 
 
 About John Bulless's persevering, I always 
 worship them as my leaders. Here I feel I must 
 mention about that landlady in Brixton who died 
 while I was staying in her house. (See the chapter 
 " My Life in Brixton " in A Japanese Artist in 
 London.) 
 
 She had suffered dropsy. She was so much 
 swelled, and she was obliged to sit on an arm-chair 
 day and night for more than two months. During 
 these most trying times she has never uttered 
 a complaining word. Her daughter often asked 
 me to see her. Sometimes she was slumbering in 
 a half-unconscious state. And she was moving her 
 hands in the way as if she was sewing. The 
 daughter said to me, " You see, she is worrying 
 much of her house work, and her m.ind is practi- 
 cally working sewing ! " It was most pathetic 
 sight than the words could express. Who could 
 help without wishing her to be recovered once 
 more. But she was to die, and I saw a full smile 
 on her face when she was expired. . . . 
 
 What else could I compare with her life but the 
 wonderful Nature, such as some trees. Have you 
 ever watched those trees for every season } In the 
 spring they blossom, then in the summer they give 
 cool shadows, in the autumn they give delicious 
 fruits, and just before the winter comes they turn 
 their leaves into beautiful golden or scarlet colours 
 
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 to delight our eyes once more, even in their dying 
 moment ! So it was with that John BuUess. 
 
 I know another young John Bulless. She is 
 most charming and beautiful. She would be a 
 great fascination in the society. . . . Besides, she 
 has talent for the art. She fixed her ambition to 
 succeed her art study. Alas, some misfortune has 
 befallen upon her. Her mother died after a long 
 illness, and now she is to look after a little country 
 house for her father. For this reason she has 
 shaken off all her bright ambitions. How deadly 
 dull life it must be. But she does not show any 
 signs of her discontenting. On the contrary, she 
 is delighted to do the works for charity in her 
 leisure time, and she is the sunshine to all those 
 poor miserable souls. 
 
 I myself have had some misfortune, and I am 
 still meeting all sorts of discouragement and dis- 
 appointment. Very often I feel tired of this world 
 and I want to sigh. But when I recollect those 
 wonderful John Bulless friends, I feel ashamed of 
 myself and change my sigh into a smile, and whip 
 my weak mind to go on. 
 
CHAPTER VII 
 
 WHEN THE JOHN BULLESS LOOKS 
 PRETTIEST AND WHEN THE JOHN 
 BULLESS IS LIVELIEST 
 
 A S I said in the previous chapter, my most 
 favourite subject to paint (nay, even to just 
 look at) is the John Bullesses in rain and mists. 
 But I become very conscious that it would be too 
 unfair of me to throw them into rains and mists 
 always. For they do love the sun. I have never 
 seen anyone who appreciates the sun so much as 
 the John Bullesses. I know several of them who 
 are sacrificing their pockets and time for a trip to 
 Italy every year. Their intention is nothing but 
 to bathe themselves in the sun-ray. And how 
 happy they look when they get a sunny summer 
 in their own country ! (Very sorry to say they 
 cannot have it often, though.) 
 
 Perhaps the best place to see them in sunshine 
 is the Upper Thames. There I found out the 
 differences between John Bullesses and Japanese 
 girls. 
 
 Japanese girls always choose the shade for their 
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 promenade, while John Bullesses choose the sun. 
 It seems to me the John Bullesses feel that they 
 must expose themselves in the sun. Of course 
 they all have sunshades, but I understand their 
 sunshades are no more than decorations. For 
 I often see they are keeping their sunshades on 
 their backs while they are facing against the sun. 
 Perhaps 1 had better keep silence as long as they 
 don't get sunstroke, because they are very pretty 
 and effective in that way. The sun in England 
 has never been too strong. So that will do. Only 
 if they come to my country — especially in Southern 
 Islands — they will begin to know how to fear the 
 sun ! 
 
 The quiet and deep blue stream of Thames 
 is very beautiful, and it looks more beautiful when 
 it runs round the green ground with many graceful 
 trees. But these beautiful views could not be so 
 beautiful if the John Bullesses did not visit there. 
 Their dresses in white, pink, and all sorts of light 
 colours break the monotonous greens on the shore 
 as well as in boats, and give some delightful con- 
 trast. And when the dusk comes they look still 
 prettier. Have you ever seen the religious picture 
 of Buddhism ? Buddhas and all saints are always 
 sitting on lotus flowers or on its leaves. The idea 
 was to give some nice and cool feeling in such a 
 hot country like India. If I have to paint a picture 
 
WHEN THET LOOK PRETTIEST 99 
 
 to give a nice and cool feeling I should paint a 
 John Bulless punting a boat on the Upper Thames. 
 John Bullesses in boats or John Bullesses on the 
 green are the most important element to complete 
 the beauty of the Upper Thames. 
 
 Surely such a living paradise could not be seen 
 in Japan. It is my nature to love those calmful 
 and poetic views. They appeal to me far more 
 than those enormous precipices, gorgeous turbu- 
 lents, and all sorts of curious phenomena, which 
 may be a good lesson of physical geography to 
 study. 
 
 I always call the former " friend-seeking land- 
 scape." In such poetic view we need some human 
 figure. I feel sure Corot had the same idea with 
 me, for he always painted some figures in his land- 
 scapes. To me, no figures could be more suitable 
 than John Bullesses to put in my favourite land- 
 scapes at Upper Thames, because they go on so 
 well together with the surrounding Nature. Some- 
 times I try to paint and sometimes I try to compose 
 Japanese poetry about them. 
 
 Such is the case when I look upon the John 
 Bullesses as the third person. But if I look upon 
 them as the second person the matter changes 
 immensely. Perhaps the main reason is that I am 
 a Japanese. 
 
 Whenever I see people in landscape they all look 
 
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 far away. They look to me exactly the same with 
 flowers or birds. The whole view (whatever may 
 be in it) is in one harmony — a coloured poetry. 
 When I am happy everybody and everything look 
 happy, and when I am sad they all look sad. In 
 one word, they are only my own reflection. 
 
 What a great difference was my impression when 
 I saw the view with a John Bulless friend first 
 time ! 
 
 The English people are generally very quiet. 
 Once I went to Shepherd's Bush with my French 
 friend. He said to me, " Can you believe that 
 there are some ten thousand people in this ground ? 
 Just shut your eyes, you would feel you were 
 standing in a desert ! " Yes, he was only too true. 
 In France or in Japan they would make deafening 
 noises. You would not blame me therefore if I 
 say I used to look upon John Bullesses as flowers 
 or birds, or at least a part of a landscape. But 
 what a difference ! O, what a diflference when 
 they are the second person. Very, very second 
 person indeed. They are very lively, amusing and 
 awfully entertaining, so that they make me forget 
 all about the poetic " background.'* 
 
 This is not my grumbling or complaining. For 
 sometimes I love to be jolly rather than to be 
 poetic. 
 
 Once I was invited to a dinner at a Ladies' Club. 
 
WHEN JHET LOOK PRET:T1E^1 ioi 
 
 The dining-room was fulled up with pretty John 
 Bullesses. They could be noisy when they felt 
 homely ! I had to shout out my top voice at the 
 table for the whole hour. It was as difficult to 
 converse with my friends as in the tube train. 
 And the trouble was that when I had to open the 
 debate I had lost all my voice ! 
 
 Surely these were warmly second persons to each 
 other. I could hardly believe that these same John 
 Bullesses behave themselves so cool and quiet when 
 they are third persons to each other in the public 
 places. I always compare John Bullesses with the 
 safety-matches. And this is the best part of their 
 nature. Indeed, some women in this world are 
 like wax matches. They burn at any thing any 
 time. John Bullesses are different. You cannot 
 strike a safety-match on anything ; you must strike 
 it on the proper part of the box to burn it. So 
 with the John Bullesses. They are dead still to 
 a mere stranger. But if one is properly introduced 
 to them they can burn. I used to meet a John 
 Bulless at my friend's house. I was not introduced 
 to her for the first few occasions. And she would 
 not even shake my hand. Only she nodded her 
 head very coolly. But after I was introduced she 
 became one of my greatest friends. And I found 
 out she can be noisy and lively indeed. 
 
CHAPTER VIII 
 
 THE BROAD-MINDED JOHN BULLESS 
 
 TN the last chapter I said the John BuUesses' 
 dresses were very effective on the green grasses. 
 Here I want to talk more about that, and also 
 about the comparison between the English and the 
 Japanese. 
 
 I always say the differences of the arts of the 
 two countries show so clearly the differences of 
 the national nature of the two countries. Look at 
 the English oil-paintings (Western art, rather). 
 The artists are always taking care on the whole 
 effect of the picture when they are painting. 
 
 For instance, while they are painting the trees 
 or figures they are looking at the tones of sky 
 and ground at the same time. When they finish 
 painting, pictures are very rough. If you go near 
 to the pictures and look at them you don't see 
 anything but some broad brushmarks. 
 
 Perhaps the pre-Raphaelite artists have done 
 very fine works. Even then, comparing them 
 with some Japanese arts, they are rough enough. 
 But from the distance they look most perfect, 
 
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THE BROAD-MINDED JOHN BULLESS 103 
 
 The tones of the whole pictures are in amiable 
 euphony. They are simply delightful. 
 
 On the other hand, look at the Japanese arts. 
 The artists are so careful how to use their brushes 
 and how neatly to use their colours. If you see 
 everything individually, that is to say, the trees as 
 the trees, the figures as the figures, and so on, 
 every object is done in the utmost care, but from 
 the distance they are generally out of tone. At 
 least it is not so successful as the Western art. 
 They look more like some stained grey papers or 
 silks, (I must say there was one great exception 
 to this. It was the Korin school. Korin always 
 tried to make the effect from the distance well.) 
 
 So with the women's dresses. Look at the 
 Japanese women's kimonos. Some of them are 
 the best quality of silk. The patterns are designed 
 most thoughtfully with some special meaning. 
 They are woven most carefully by hand. The 
 sewings too are very neatly done. You can see 
 that only when you take therm into your own hand 
 and feel them. But from the distance they look 
 nothing but indifferent grey. 
 
 (By the way, I often see so-called Japanese 
 kimonos in England. They are most brilliant 
 colours with some gorgeous golden embroideries. 
 They are made for the export. If a Japanese girl 
 put these dresses on and walked in the street in 
 
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 Japan, people would think she was an inmate of 
 some lunatic asylum !) 
 
 The dresses of John Bullesses are absolutely 
 reverse. It seems to me that they never care for 
 small details as long as they look " all right from 
 distance. I say this from my own experience with 
 my John Bulless friends. 
 
 Now let me write out a few of my experiences. 
 
 One day I had to go out with a John 
 Bulless friend. I called on her house. She was 
 just ready to put on her black frock with white 
 linings. On one side of her frock was a bit un- 
 stitched, and it was showing slightly the white 
 lining. 
 
 She said, " Oh, I cannot bother to stitch it. 
 I am in a hurry." She took out a tube of lamp- 
 black and painted the white lining, and said to me, 
 " You see, that looks all right ! 
 
 I was much amused ! 
 
 The other time I visited another John Bulless 
 friend. She was making her own dress. I said to 
 her, " I think that left fringe is about a quarter of 
 an inch too low ! " Whereupon she replied me 
 sharply, " O, you fidget ! Go away ! It doesn't 
 show at all when I put it on like this ! " 
 
 Once my hand was touched to the arm of a 
 John Bulless, whereupon my hand was severely 
 scratched by a pin. She told me it was good 
 
WALKING IN THE STREET. 
 
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 thing that it was only her arm. If I ever touch 
 her waist two dozen pins would penetrate into my 
 hand ! Some John Bulless friend told me that 
 was only too true, and she continued, For we 
 often put on half-finished dresses and pin them up." 
 
 Indeed, the John BuUesses don't care of small 
 details, but they are very keen for the general 
 effect. No wonder why they attracted me when 
 I saw them on the Thames first. Nay, not only 
 on the Thames, but at the parks, at the theatres, 
 at the restaurants, and everywhere they are the 
 great fascination to artists. They are broad-minded 
 not only in their dresses, but in their daily moral, 
 too. About this point of view I must include the 
 American women as well (perhaps most Westerners 
 too). 
 
 When I sold myself as a servant in San Fran- 
 cisco I saw the mistress of a house. The very 
 first thing what she did to me was to give me all 
 the keys in her house. I was rather surprised. 
 I am sure 999 out of 1000 Japanese women 
 would not do that. I asked the other Japanese 
 servants in that town. They all told me the same 
 thing. Is it not their broad mind to trust a quite 
 stranger — nay a different nationality — whom they 
 have never seen before ? 
 
 Perhaps the Japanese wives are sweetest to think 
 of smallest details to please their husbands, but it 
 
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 is the John Bullesses who really become the practical 
 assistance to carry out their husband's ambitions. 
 They are like those strong stone columns which 
 are keeping the big dome so dignified high up 
 in the sky. For the John Bullesses have far 
 broader minds. 
 
 It is almost general rule in Japan that men never 
 tell about their business to their wives. All be- 
 cause Japanese women have much narrower mind, 
 therefore if the men disclose all their intention to 
 their wives the latter often discourage the former. 
 At least the Japanese women could not be any 
 good assistance for that purpose. Whereas the 
 John Bullesses are quite different. They carry out 
 their husbands' will. Indeed, they are awfully good 
 companions for politicians, business men, and for 
 everybody. Sometimes the wives are leading their 
 husbands. 
 
 It is the John Bullesses who can make their 
 home life as steady as the rocks, if they do not 
 care about tiny things to please their husbands 
 every minute. It is the John Bulless who makes 
 herself as the axis of a big wheel of social life, 
 and lets it turn round. 
 
 I think I can carry out my logic — the broad 
 effect of Britons and small details of Japanese " into 
 a larger scale. I mean to compare the two whole 
 nationalities In this logic. The other day I met 
 
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 with an Englishman who had been in Japan for a 
 few years. He said to me, " Whenever I met with 
 an individual Japanese I admired every one of them. 
 They were very modest, polite, and charming. Even 
 the low-class farmers in Japan could be associated 
 with the most refined English ladies and gentlemen. 
 But the street scenes in Tokio were awfully shock- 
 ing. On every corner of the street I saw the dread- 
 ful fighting going on. In the trains, trams, and 
 'buses they were struggling themselves to get the 
 best seats. They were behaving themselves exactly 
 like wild beasts. Now tell me if they were the same 
 Japanese who were so amiable when I saw them 
 individually ? " 
 
 I said to him that he was a very good observer, 
 and his question itself proves my logic satis- 
 factorily 1 They are exactly like their own art. 
 They are quite refined individually. But the whole 
 effect of their social life is out of tone. On the 
 public life they become quite wild beasts, as that 
 Englishman told me. Whereupon I am a great 
 admirer of the English life. 
 
 As individuals the English people are perhaps 
 not so refined as the Japanese. John Bullesses and 
 John Bulls don't care for such small details. They 
 don't count how many times they ought to drink a 
 cup of tea, as the Japanese do. They don't care how 
 to bow down before their guests, as we do. Some- 
 
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 times I feel they are rather rough. But how simple 
 and sincere are the John Bullesses and John Bulls ! 
 When I make friendship with them, I can really 
 open my whole heart and that friendship lasts for 
 all my life. It is so easy and so comfortable for 
 me to co-operate a lifelong business as well as 
 friendship with them. They are always same to 
 me. (Some dirty commercials excepted.) 
 
 And look at the public life in England! How 
 quiet and peaceful is the street scene in London ! 
 No wonder why the Englishman was surprised after 
 seeing the street scene in Tokio. 
 
 When one of my Japanese friends arrived here, 
 he asked me the rate of murder cases in London. 
 I said to him, " Not quite half-dozen a year, and 
 even then most murder cases are among those aliens. 
 Therefore we may safely say almost no murder 
 cases among the Britons." He could not believe 
 me, and he said, " In Tokio there is one murder 
 every day in average." 
 
 And is it not the definite sign of the Briton's 
 broad mind that all the political fugitives come to 
 live in England when their lives are in danger in 
 their own country ? I cannot help without repeat- 
 ing my logic here once more — the whole effect of 
 the English life is in beautiful and comfortable tones 
 of civilisation, like those masterpieces by Corot or 
 Turner ! 
 
CHAPTER IX 
 
 FAILURE OF LOVE 
 
 T IFE is one. It is only once, nobody could 
 have it twice. Who would then intend from 
 the beginning to ruin their own precious life ? 
 Whenever I start to paint, I always look at the 
 white paper with many bright hopes. The great 
 masters had the same paper with mine, so with the 
 school children or amateurs ! If I could ever carry 
 out my work exactly as my imagination at the 
 beginning, it would be a masterpiece. I still have 
 hope while I am making rough pencil-drawings. 
 But, O, my colouring ! Faults after faults ! It 
 is almost unbearable to look at such hideous things! 
 I so often tear them up ! Sometimes I show my 
 works to the public hoping they might like a little 
 bit here and there, but certainly with much fear, 
 for I know my faults too well. I am surprised of 
 my own boldness. To say in short, I start my 
 work with hopes and anxieties and finish it with 
 repentance. I feel I am a sinner. 
 
 After all, my paper is only fourpence. I can 
 buy the same paper again and again as I like. 
 
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 Human life ought to be different. Of course 
 there are some who are leading their lives as " the 
 genuine masterpiece." I pay much respect upon 
 them. But there are at the same time quite many 
 who are spoiling or tearing up their lives even 
 more carelessly than my fourpence paper. Nay, 
 not only that, but some people are even taking 
 advantage to ruin their neighbours' lives ! In- 
 telligent souls are not unaware of this. Some of 
 them have been trying to rescue this world by their 
 religion, and the others to regulate the world by 
 their law-making. Confucius has almost failed, 
 because his doctrine that the good gets reward 
 and the bad gets punishment in this world " was 
 not in fact. Buddha was more successful by carry- 
 ing out that Nirvana system in the future life. 
 Perhaps Christ was the winner by saving the 
 souls." Most philosophers only ended their doc- 
 trines by lamentations. 
 
 And the Laws ? Well, I frankly think the 
 present laws are indeed too poor to rescue this 
 world ! 
 
 Let the Christians believe their future world. 
 Let the Buddhists believe their Incarnations. 
 Whatever they may be, it is too cruel to say to the 
 unlucky people that " never mind of your present 
 life, you shall be awarded in the next world." 
 Where is the real civilisation then } 
 
FAILURE OF LOVE 
 
 III 
 
 Some four thousand years ago there was a great 
 King called Wu in China. Whenever he met with 
 the criminals on the roads he would get off from 
 his carriage and take the hands of the criminals 
 and weep, saying, " In the days of King Gy5 or 
 Shun, the whole nation had the heart of Gyo 
 or Shun ; but since I have become the king, every- 
 body has the heart of everyone's self. No wonder 
 why there are so many criminals nowadays. It 
 gives me a great pain ! " 
 
 It was the modestness of King Wu. But to 
 some certain degree, the ill arrangement of our 
 social life is the direct course to make many 
 criminals, or at least many unhappy souls who are 
 wasting their precious lives more carelessly than 
 my fourpenny paper. How could I be silent 
 seeing these grievous phenomena every day 1 
 
 Once or twice I have met with some law-pro- 
 fessors and I had discussion with them. Alas, 
 they were not the very First Class brains. They 
 were worshipping the present human-made laws as 
 if they were the direct words from the Creator! 
 
 Indeed, they wanted to cut the most complicated 
 human hearts mechanically into squares with their 
 blunt knives. 
 
 I bade farewell in the middle of their arguments, 
 for I had not the spare time to waste with such 
 hopeless ones. Look at the universal maps! Such 
 
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 new countries as Australia or America are divided 
 into squares by longitude and latitude. It is very 
 easy for the school-children to learn. But it could 
 not be applied to the old Europe or Japan. 
 
 We have much to consider about all sorts of our 
 conditions. So with our human hearts ! 
 
 There may be innumerable cases of human 
 troubles, but the sexual affair occupies one of the 
 greatest parts. It creates the happiness as well as 
 the sorrow, or it even drives one to commit crimes. 
 Such crimes as murder, robbery, thieving, scandal, 
 spring up mostly from the sexual question. Happy 
 are those who sail their lives in the same direction 
 with the favourable wind. But there are many 
 struggling against the high v/ind and rough waves. 
 I myself have not been without some experi- 
 ences. Now let me write it with my psychological 
 analysis. 
 
 During my fourteen years' stay in England once, 
 nay twice, thrice, perhaps more, I fell into love 
 with some John BuUesses. Unfortunately none 
 of them could love me. It was some years ago 
 when the last one told me it was impossible for 
 her to love me. I wrote in my diary thus : — 
 
 " Alas, have I forgotten myself again ? I was 
 born as an artist and to love the beauties. There- 
 fore I am permitted to walk into this flower garden. 
 How charming are those flowers ! They ar^^ 
 
FAILURE OF LOVE ii^ 
 
 blossoming beautifully for me to try my brush, 
 but not for me to pick up. The garden path is so 
 narrow, and on my way one blossom was facing 
 towards me. I have forgotten myself and tried to 
 pick her. I was told, ^ No, not for you.' O how 
 foolish I was ! I came back to my room, and 
 looked at my paint-box and the stretched paper, 
 and I smiled.'* 
 
 One day I saw a John Bulless whom I 
 loved. She was with the winner of her heart. 
 They were in most affectionate terms to each 
 other. 
 
 Suddenly I felt the pain in my heart. I came 
 back to my room and the pain was still increasing. 
 This I could not understand. Have I such a 
 dirty heart to get jealous ? Am I more worthless 
 than what I have been thinking ^. What does this 
 mean, anyhow ^. It is always my sincere desire to 
 wish the happiest life to everyone whom I love 
 dearly. Now, seeing her delight with her own 
 chosen companion, why could I not feel happy 
 instead of getting this pain ? However, my feel- 
 ing contradicted against my reasonings. Still more 
 was I astonished when I found out the pain in my 
 heart did not vanish away easily. To persevere 
 this torture was much harder for me than to be 
 as a prisoner, nay, even " hard labour " could 
 not be worse than this. Why should I have 
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 such a great punishment without committing any 
 crime ? 
 
 I turned to my favourite page of the book of 
 Mencius : — 
 
 " When the Heaven demands one to fulfil a great 
 duty in this world it makes his heart ache, his 
 muscles tired, his stomach hungry, and his mind 
 disappointed. All because these experiences make 
 one's hearl^ sympathetic enough to love the whole 
 world and to make his wi/l strong enough to carry 
 on where others fail/' 
 
 In the deep silent nights when I could not sleep 
 I began to think many things. How many inno- 
 cent souls are suffering in the same way with me 
 just this very moment ? Could there be nothing 
 to rescue them ? 
 
 Sympathy with disappointed love, sympathy 
 with the failure of marriage are the principal 
 objects of my writing this chapter. The Latin 
 races seem to have warmer temper. They often 
 bring out the terrible tragedies through the dis- 
 appointed love affair. The Britons are (or behave 
 themselves perhaps) quieter. I often hear them 
 say, " Don't be so silly," Have they not hearts ? 
 Are their hearts icebergs ? 
 
 Ah, you well-reserved John Bulls and Bullesses 1 
 I know you are persevering all the pain admirably 
 in silence. At least, I have personally met with 
 
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 several John Bullesses who were suffering the pain 
 like myself. (And why should you not ? It is 
 humanity !) 
 
 When we had the long dreadful civil war in 
 Japan some four hundred years ago there were 
 three shoguns — Hojo, Ota, and Tokugawa. Hojo 
 was defeated. The news of his death reached to 
 Ota's palace. Ota expressed his delight on the 
 victory over Hojo, and ridiculed the deceased 
 before all his subjects. But when the news reached 
 to Tokugawa's camp he wept, because he had lost 
 " such a splendid rival, who was one of the great 
 heroes Japan had ever had." 
 
 All the subjects of Ota, hearing Tokugawa's 
 sympathetic lamentation, deserted their own master 
 and became the latter's servants. 
 
 Sympathy as well as courtesy always bring the 
 most enjoyable peace into this world. No wonder 
 why the Tokugawa Shogunade had such flourish- 
 ing dynasty for three hundred years. 
 
 Now about the love affair. If the winner gives 
 a little courtesy towards the defeated, what a beauti- 
 ful euphony would be in our social life ! We 
 would not see so many aching hearts. Neither so 
 many tragedies. 
 
 Some time ago I had a John Bulless friend. 
 She had one sister and one brother. When I 
 wanted to take my friend to theatres or to picture 
 
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 galleries, I always asked her sister and brother to 
 join us too. Someone said to me, " You are a 
 funny man. Why don't you take your own friend 
 alone.?" 
 
 I answered him, "How could I ask her alone 
 in front of the others of her family ? My con- 
 science does not allow me to be such a savage." 
 
 Whereupon he said to me, " How could your 
 conscience allow you to take the others while you 
 are in love with the one ? " 
 
 As the result of this conversation I have found 
 out the quite different standpoint of our ethics. 
 The British ethic is that of individual, while ours 
 is of mutual. Of course when these systems are 
 perfect they ought to come to the same finishing 
 point. But otherwise they both have some faults 
 which cause the troubles in their life. The fault 
 of the mutual ethic is that people rely upon and 
 expect too much from each other, while the fault 
 of the individual ethic is their dreadful selfishness. 
 I advise the former to get more independent spirit, 
 and I advise the latter to have more sympathy 
 with their neighbours. 
 
 I have witnessed with my own eyes several cases 
 of the failure of marriage in London. I know 
 a husband and his wife. They both are well 
 educated and very intelligent, but they hate each 
 other dreadfully. One day I told the wife, " Look 
 
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 at that wedding-ring on your finger and think of 
 the time when you were married. That sweet 
 memory may bring you happy life again." 
 
 " No, no, no ! " she interrupted. " I cannot 
 bear him any longer if I think of our wedding/' 
 
 I had much there to study the psychology. 
 
 According to their information, they loved each 
 other very much, and they had a romantic 
 marriage in their very early life. Their love must 
 have been that of selfishness. I mean, only to buy 
 their own pleasure and nothing else. 
 
 They were growing on each of their own ways. 
 Politically, philosophically, and religiously they 
 took quite different ways. Now they are showing 
 their backs to each other from such a long distance. 
 Their romantic love died out a long time ago, and 
 conjugal love never grew on their selfish grounds. 
 They never had the thread called sympathy to tie 
 up themselves together. Now there could be no- 
 thing to fill up that wide and deep ditch between 
 them. How very hopeless ! Their lives are being 
 wasted like my spoilt pictures ! 
 
 Once I committed a dreadful adventure. Now 
 I am going to confess it. 
 
 It was about twelve years ago, when I was work- 
 ing at the Japanese Naval Office for nine pounds a 
 month. I visited on my friend's house. There 
 were three young John BuUesses, Two were very 
 
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 strikingly attractive, while the other one was rather 
 plain-looking. Those two charming girls were 
 talking about their gay pastimes. • . and Jack 
 took me to a theatre last night, and Algie is going 
 to take me to Windsor next Sunday. . . 
 
 " I saw the Belk of New York three times with 
 
 Joe. . . r 
 
 The plain-looking John Bulless was silent and 
 looked rather upset. I asked her if she had been 
 in any theatre lately. She said she had no one to 
 take her about ! 
 
 I was such a sanguine boy then. I ventured 
 myself and asked her to go to a matinee with me 
 next Saturday. In fact, I had much fancy on one 
 of the beautiful John BuUesses, though. The 
 poor girl brightened her face when I looked at the 
 two so scornfully. 
 
 The Saturday came. I took her in cab to the 
 theatre. She started her grumbling in the cab — 
 that I sat over her dress, that the top of the cab 
 spoilt her hat, that I did not take her hand when 
 she got off the cab. In the theatre — that an old 
 man next to her was " hideous," that the girls in 
 front of us were " awful," that the play was too 
 dull, etc. etc. I took her home with much more 
 difficulties. 
 
 When I bid good-bye to her I sighed deeply. 
 I said to myself, The John Bulls are wiser than 
 
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 myself. No wonder why they don't take her 
 out ! 
 
 Later on when I lived together with my fellow- 
 artist Hara we often discussed about the mixed 
 social life. I said to him, " Those beautiful and 
 charming John Bullesses who have many admirers 
 are always so tender and modest. They would 
 appreciate and be thankful for trifle things which 
 I have done to them. On the other hand, some 
 plain-looking John Bullesses are often too stiff.'' 
 And I told him all about my adventure. 
 
 Hara was very surprised at me, and exclaimed, 
 " I never thought you would commit such a hy- 
 pocrisy! Do you say 'Why?' Well, ask it to 
 your own conscience." 
 
 Yes, I came back to my conscience then. When- 
 ever 1 take out a charming John Bulless I always 
 feel that I am not doing kindness enough whatever 
 I may try, for she is too good for me. But when 
 I took out that poor girl I had such a hateful 
 hypocrisy in my heart. I was very conscious that 
 I was doing something for her. Human feeling 
 is just like the electricity. The neighbours always 
 feel it directly. Even the animals understand our 
 feelings to some certain degree. No wonder that 
 she was so disagreeable ! She must have felt un- 
 comfortableness with my hypocrite-deed. Many 
 thanks to Hara, I have repented with most 
 
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 ashamed heart. Ever since I am earnestly praying 
 that I can have broader and more generous heart 
 to love everybody equally. Anyhow, it is my 
 humble advice to all the young unmarried folks 
 that they should not make the match with such 
 hypocrisy. Half a day's adventure was uncom- 
 fortable enough for both of us. Then how could 
 you pass all your long life under such circum- 
 stance ? 
 
 Now let me proceed to the Divorce Law. As 
 I always say, I hate reading books. Only the 
 thing which I earnestly read is the divorce case 
 in the daily papers. It is a good study of psy- 
 chology and humanity. After having read those 
 divorce cases on the papers for last fourteen 
 years, the English divorce law seems to me just 
 like the school-children's quarrel. Do you ask me 
 why ? The English law says wives cannot divorce 
 their respective husbands unless they prove the 
 husbands' misconduct as well as cruelty. What 
 does " cruelty " mean ? The mental torture is 
 absolutely ignored there (a great astonishment to 
 me indeed) ! What they call " cruelty " at the 
 court is only about the harms given bodily ! The 
 judges, councils, juries, and witnesses are discussing 
 whether the husband kicked his wife strongly or 
 slightly ? Whether he has patted her or boxed 
 her ? Did he make her " black eyes " or not } 
 
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 I see in the papers there afe many brackets with 
 " laughter " within. They seem to be highly 
 amusing themselves. 
 
 Could it be anything else but the school-chil- 
 dren's quarrel I really think the mental cruelty 
 comes long before he kicks or boxes his wife. Isn't 
 the misconduct itself a great cruelty ^ Nay, even 
 when his heart just begins to get cold toward his 
 wife, the latter must feel a great pain in her heart 
 if she is in love with him. Those Latin races often 
 commit a terrible tragedy at this stage. I wit- 
 nessed that when I was in Italy. The other day 
 I discussed with a John Bulless about the differ- 
 ences between Italian and English women. My 
 John Bulless friend took it quite lightly (though in 
 outer appearance only) and said, " The English man 
 does not caress his wife much, so we must look 
 after our own selves," and she smiled. 
 
 Are the John Bullesses really cold-hearted ? Have 
 they no heart at all } Or has the English law made 
 the John Bullesses so heartless ? Or is such a law 
 suitable to the John Bullesses ? 
 
 Here my Japanese proverb comes in — " Dried 
 eyes have warmer heart than wet eyes." Indeed, 
 the John Bullesses have something high and noble 
 besides their sweetest hearts. It is their un- 
 written Bushido to conceal their own sufferings all 
 their lives through. If you asked a stranger John 
 
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 BuUess about her own affair, she would only repulse 
 your question with a smile, or a laugh, or with 
 these words — Don't be so silly.'' But no sooner 
 than she recognised your sincere sympathy, she 
 would disclose her sorrow with tears. About nine 
 years ago I had a friend living in Clapham Road, 
 near Stockwell. Whenever I found my friend out 
 I used to have a talk with the landlady. She had 
 a beautifully clear-cut face like marble statue, and 
 somewhat pale, sorrow-sunken expression. One 
 afternoon I saw her having the hair-curlers all over 
 her head. 
 
 " So you are still more beautifying your beauty ! 
 Is it so necessary after winning a husband ? " 
 
 She laughed quite naturally and said, " But you 
 know in England the marriage does not certify one 
 to win the husband's heart thoroughly. I must try 
 to please my husband with all means." 
 
 On my later visits she began to disclose her 
 troubles little by little. One day she was deeply 
 sighing and said to me, Love is a very silly 
 thing. Don't you think so ? " 
 
 I said, " I don't think so. It is very honourable 
 and sacred part of the humanity." 
 
 Well, it is so if it runs smoothly. But it is 
 different in my case. Don't laugh at my silliness 
 when I tell you the truth." 
 
 Thus she began to confess her life. And I learnt 
 
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 that her husband would treat her very politely but 
 absolutely with no heart. He was in love with 
 another woman and he often came back very late in 
 night. Notwithstanding all these facts she was still 
 deeply in love with him. Her aching heart was the 
 great torture to her. She freely confessed that rough 
 treatment with warm heart was much preferable to 
 polite treatment without heart. The imperfect 
 law had to do nothing with her. Nobody could 
 rescue this poor aching heart, and she had to suffer 
 her long future. It was practically worse than any 
 punishing sentence of the modern law. Indeed, 
 the woman is suffering ever so much under the 
 men-made law. I do not mean to be too hard upon 
 the man. It is quite natural result that men would 
 do all what the law allowed them freely. No, I 
 cannot blame the individual man. On the contrary, 
 I am always admiring the chivalrousness of many 
 John Bulls. It is only the result of the poor laws 
 and ill-arranged social life. When these are good 
 they rescue the humans, and when these are bad 
 they drive the innocent humans into fatal traps. 
 
 Yes, many innocent John Bulls are committing 
 mental as well as legal crimes quite unconsciously 
 now. 
 
 Now let me point out how to rescue these 
 crimes. As I say in my next chapter, let the 
 foundation base of men and women be equally 
 
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 level. I often hear the Westerners ridiculing the 
 Chinese because they make their women's feet 
 deformally small — so that they cannot walk well 
 without men's help. Yes, the Chinese are awful, 
 but to my eyes, you are the same with the Chinese. 
 Socially and psychologically the John BuUess' feet 
 are made deformally small at present, and man gets 
 into his own advantage to "help" and "favour" the 
 women. If a doctor gave you a harm intentionally, 
 then he cured you, would you call him a kind-hearted 
 man ? Why don't the men give the fair grounds for 
 the women Instead of giving "favours" ? One can- 
 not make a perfect law (however kind it may be) for 
 the objective persons. The law-makers must be the 
 subjective themselves. Therefore I say, " Give the 
 free hand to the women to construct the part of 
 the laws — especially the divorce law." That would 
 not only rescue many unfortunate souls through the 
 failure of marriage, but bring up the higher ethics 
 between the two sexes all together. 
 
 Some soldier-writer who opposed against the 
 Anglo-Japanese Alliance kindly pointed out in a 
 leading magazine that Japan has " Yoshiwara- 
 quarters." Yes, we have, and you have not in 
 England. But I don't see any better results here. 
 Whenever I pass Piccadilly or Regent Street in 
 midnight I hear the police shouting, " Pass on, 
 please ; pass on ! " Do you think would they do 
 
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 any good ethically ? To rescue this state of the 
 corrupted sexual morals there is only one hope — 
 that is to say, Ask the women to govern the women 
 themselves. 
 
 I remember some years ago Mr. George Mere- 
 dith held out the suggestion that marriages might 
 be dissolvable at stated periods. Unfortunately 
 I had no chance to discuss the matter with him. 
 But I imagine that perhaps his logic was founded 
 upon the base of the physical and hygienic 
 differences between the two sexes. Well, about 
 this question, I had the discussion with more than 
 one doctor. I cannot disclose the details of our 
 discussions to the public, but only to the medical 
 professors. Anyhow our conclusions came to this 
 point, that the ethic governs over the physical 
 question very satisfactorily after all. 
 
 A few weeks ago I met with one of the notable 
 John Bulls. He had a very strong anti-suffragette 
 opinion. He shouted, " No, no, no. I don't want 
 the woman to have the equality. She will lose all 
 her sweetness ! " How greatly he was mistaken ! 
 As you see, I was born in Japan, where the women 
 used to be merely men's slaves. Whatever the 
 husband said, she only obeyed him with " Yes, my 
 honourable master." When I was in an American 
 Missionary's College I began to read the English 
 love-poetries and novels. You cannot imagine 
 
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 how madly delighted I was ! And why ? All 
 because John Bullesses seemed to me (in the books) 
 not so much slaves as the Japanese women. How 
 very sweet they sounded to me ! 
 
 Any man who really appreciates the feminine 
 gender would agree with me. I love little birds 
 so much, therefore I cannot cage them. How nice 
 to hear them enjoying their liberty in wood, and 
 how very nice when they come so tamely to my 
 own hand ! But O, let them fly away if they want 
 to do so! 
 
 Last year I took some fifty Japanese artisans 
 from the Shepherd's Bush to the parks. They 
 were awfully amazed to see the birds in the parks 
 so tame to come to our shoulders and hands. 
 Some of the Japanese exclaimed, " This is the 
 revelation of the real civilisation." 
 
 Indeed it is. Even the friendship between the 
 humans and birds ought to be like that. Then 
 why should you try to cut off the wings of your 
 woman and cage her ? Do you call this really 
 sweet " ? 
 
 I assure you, anti-suffragette John Bulls, that 
 John Bullesses shall never lose their sweetness by 
 giving them the equality, nay, they would be still 
 sweeter, for they are modest, tender-natured ! 
 
 As for myself, after all the experiences, I am 
 perfectly happy to imagine that a pretty bird is 
 
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 enjoying her merry life with or without some com- 
 panion somewhere in this world, and I feel still 
 happier when she comes to me with her own will- 
 ingness. One who tries to cage a bird shall never 
 understand this true happiness of mine. 
 
 Still I tell you once more, " Don't you waste 
 your precious life like I do with my drawing- 
 paper," Let us hope to have more perfect law 
 soon. A law which will really protect the mental 
 as well as physical suffering, instead of being one- 
 sided, insincerely ridiculing, and dealing only with 
 the custody of children or about properties and 
 money. Such a law needs so much money that 
 the poor cannot afford, and accordingly they suffer 
 every bitterness in silence. Indeed, we badly need 
 the law of more humanity. This is my sincere 
 hope. Perhaps everybody's. 
 
 However, still brighter hope belongs to those 
 who can shake off all their own selfishness. Peace 
 and happiness shall be their own. 
 
CHAPTER X 
 
 SUFFRAGETTES 
 
 CHALL every individual have the right to vote ? 
 ^ We must say " yes,'* for it is the ideal of the 
 constitutional country. 
 
 Then is that quite safe for the country ? This 
 is most difficult question to answer. I don't see 
 any country in this world which is thoroughly 
 civilised enough to say " yes." 
 
 However, the distinction between the voters and 
 non-voters must not be made by the difference of 
 the sexes. Now I start to write this chapter, and 
 I am holding my pen at this very moment, but I 
 feel I want to throw my pen down, for it seems 
 to me the reason is too plain. Even the cats and 
 dogs ought to know that much. If it were ten 
 centuries ago it might have been necessary to con- 
 vince the people about this question. But remem- 
 ber it is Twentieth Century. We are no longer 
 primitive. We are no longer baby-humans ! I 
 thought I was happy enough to be born in this 
 most civilised century. But the fact does not 
 seem exactly so. I wonder, am I dreaming ? If 
 
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 so, I want to be awakened from my stupid dream ! 
 — a dream of ten centuries ago ! What else can 
 I say, seeing such a strange phenomena that many 
 well-educated and most refined John Bullesses with 
 full sense in every respect cannot vote, only 
 because they are women. And on the other 
 hand those Little Englanders, hardly worth to 
 be called humans, are voting because they are 
 men ? 
 
 First of all I have something to tell the reader 
 about that very extraordinarily primitive custom of 
 
 under-payment for women." Some seven or 
 eight years ago I was struggling against my 
 extreme poverty with several of my boy-school- 
 mates. We tried to make designs for post cards, 
 Christmas cards, or menus. Some art publishers 
 said they did not want men-artists. My friends 
 exclaimed, "That is just it, you see. Girls are 
 working frightfully cheap, so we men have to be 
 starved." 
 
 I was fortunate enough to have met with one of 
 those lady-artists. She said to me, " Yes, it is 
 true, we girls work awfully cheap. They won't 
 pay us what they ought to. Don't call us more 
 fortunate than you, because we have work. I 
 work hard from morning until late night, but the 
 payment is not enough to keep myself. I am now 
 living with my mother, and I give her the money 
 
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 which I get from my work as partial help. Surely 
 the payment is not enough for me to be quite 
 independent/' 
 
 Indeed, it is both women and men suffer from 
 this horrid custom. Only some cold heartless 
 capitalists are making unreasonable profits ! 
 
 The under-payment for women might have been 
 practised in such a savage country where women 
 are made as the toys of men, after the style of 
 harem ! But here in England to-day the John 
 Bullesses are clever enough to produce excellent 
 works, and moreover they are too serious to be 
 men's toys. Many of them are absolutely inde- 
 pendent spinsters. Nothing could be more in- 
 justice than the " under-payment for women." It 
 violates the human ethic. I understand England 
 is civilised enough to have made the law of " Pre- 
 vention against the Cruelty upon Animals." It is 
 splendid. But why not " Prevention against the 
 Cruelty upon Women " ? 
 
 It is quite true that horses, dogs, and cats in 
 some swelled-up families are enjoying their lives 
 more than many poor but sober John Bullesses, 
 who are struggling for the existence of their own 
 as well as their families. When I was in Japan 
 some American missionary told me, " Your country 
 is not civilised, because you look down upon your 
 women." 
 
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 I sincerely expected to see the equality of men 
 and women in every so-called civilised country in 
 the Western world. That is why I am surprisingly 
 disappointed to see this dreadful result here. It is 
 true Japan has been used to look down on the 
 women. But she is not quite so bad as she looks to 
 the tourists' eyes. For we have very peculiar and 
 quaint national custom. Our hearts are sometimes 
 fairer to women than some Westerners'. Professor 
 Nitobe expressed this very well in a quotation in 
 his book called Bushido : " American husbands kiss 
 their wives in public and beat them in private ; 
 Japanese husbands beat theirs in public and kiss 
 them in private." 
 
 I remember my own brother's home life quite 
 well. He married when I was a boy. He used to 
 take his wife and myself together to our neighbour- 
 ing village. Of course, his wife had to carry some 
 bundles and follow after him. That was our cus- 
 tom. But when we came to lonely field my 
 brother always looked round very carefully, and 
 would say to his wife, " I am so glad nobody is 
 looking at us, give me that bundle immediately." 
 Then he carried the heavy burden himself. And 
 no sooner did any people appear above the horizon 
 than he would shout to her, " Be quick, take this 
 bundle yourself." 
 
 When we returned to our house, he always 
 
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 asked his wife if she was too tired, and he never 
 forgot to express his sympathy toward her. 
 
 Here in England, I have observed men's 
 courtesy towards women. Men would serve every- 
 thing " ladies first," They would open the door 
 for ladies. They would take ladies' hands from 
 carriages. I must say this is most beautiful 
 national custom. But from the psychological point 
 of view, are the men really respecting the women ? 
 I do suspect. My suspicion shall never clear off 
 as long as such savage customs are existing — I 
 mean, the under-payment or non-voting for women. 
 Moreover, when I read the divorce cases in papers, 
 I am always astonished that there are many men 
 who are treating women no better than their pet 
 animals. I confess I still cannot get off from my 
 own national customs after fourteen years' stay in 
 England. Very often I forget to serve " ladies 
 first." I don't mean to serve specially men first. 
 Only I begin from the handiest one. If a man 
 is nearest to me, I shake his hand before ladies. 
 And I often forget to open the door for ladies, 
 or to pick up the handkerchief which my John 
 Bulless friends dropped on the floor. Nay, some- 
 times I intentionally don't do that. For I hate to 
 be too oily to women. At least I am too shy to 
 flatter to women. If for this cause you call me 
 a savage, I am contented to be called a savage. 
 
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 However, my respectness towards women (espe- 
 cially John BuUesses) is absolutely sincere. Their 
 tenderness and their sympathy shall I never forget. 
 These two words indicate the real civilisation. 
 
 I have been very interested to watch the English 
 polling for the last few years. It was true that 
 I learnt from the universal histories when 1 was 
 a schoolboy that " England was the originator of 
 the Parliament. The nation felt its necessity and 
 organised it, while many other countries have only 
 copied it from England." It is quite natural and 
 certain that English pollings are " playing cricket " 
 fairest. I am earnestly desiring that Japan will do 
 the same some day. 
 
 But even in Great Britain (the fairest "player 
 of cricket ") there are quite many people who are 
 absolutely ignorant of the political matter. It is 
 so in those districts where the poor labourers are 
 dwelling — especially with the ignorant aliens ! The 
 way the candidates are trying to get votes is 
 astonishing to my eyes. They often buy votes 
 with a glass of beer, and sometimes by the means 
 of telling lies ! Hence I have got some disliking 
 feeling toward the word " diplomatic." Yes, this 
 word often intermarries (in my mind) with such 
 words as " insincere," " cunning," or even with 
 " humbug." I sincerely wish its marriage with 
 "charity," "generosity," "chivalry," and "patriot." 
 
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 I often wonder why some candidates are work- 
 ing in that way only at the time of polling, and 
 keeping themselves absolutely silent during the 
 rest of the time ? If one really volunteers himself 
 as a real statesmxan for his country, he ought kindly 
 to guide those ignorant people. The political 
 lecture in those poor districts is as necessary as 
 the clergyman's Sunday sermons. 
 
 However, " vote for men only " is not the 
 fairest "cricket." It does not keep the real equiva- 
 lence of the country. 
 
 Here on my desk a pamphlet called fV/iy 
 Women Should 3\[ot Vote is lying. Some Anti- 
 SufFragette member has kindly sent it to me. 
 I have read it very carefully. Perhaps those big 
 and black-typed letters are meant to be the most 
 important parts. 
 
 "A woman takes no part in MILITARY or 
 NAVAL SERVICE." 
 
 No, women don't. But women can often fulfil 
 a greater duty for the country than the soldiers or 
 sailors in war-time. Miss Florence Nightingale 
 was a good specimen. On the other hand, there 
 are many men who don't take that part either. 
 Those deformed men are not able to fulfil the 
 military or naval service, but they are voting. 
 Worse than this is that there are some men who 
 refuse and escape from their military or naval 
 
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 services. Nay, there were many who opposed 
 against their own country during the African War. 
 Don't you know these most disgraceful traitors 
 are voting ? 
 
 That pamphlet again says : "No civilised country 
 has ever yet been ruled by women.'' I could not 
 help smiling at that. What an awfully bad memory 
 you have ! Have you already forgotten the late 
 Queen Victoria who was most gracefully reigning 
 till ten years ago ? 
 
 My Anti-SufFragette friends have explained me 
 about the European histories, that women have 
 made their countries absolutely decayed ! My 
 knowledge on the European histories is not enough 
 to prove my logic. But we have had the same 
 in our Oriental histories. Perhaps the Oriental 
 history is even better example to prove my logic. 
 For women there were more looked down and far 
 less educated. Consequently the result was worse. 
 In Japan there were plenty of women who inter- 
 fered with the policy and ruined the country, but 
 China had the worse history. " Ka " Dynasty was 
 ruined by the King's favourite called Makki ; 
 " In " Dynasty by Dakki, and " Siu " by Hoji, and 
 " To " Dynasty by Yokihi. These women had 
 a great influence upon their respective kings, who 
 were so weak and immoral. They acted with 
 indescribable tyranny towards the nations and had 
 
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 super-luxurious and most wickedly infatuated lives. 
 Hence in Japan or China we used to call women, 
 " Flower in Face and Dagger in Heart," " Super- 
 human Evil," " Incarnation of the Old Fox," 
 "Witch," "Viper," "Scorpion." It is only too 
 laughable ! This is the most foolish comedy man 
 ever acted in this world ! 
 
 Suppose there is an everlasting spring. The 
 wise men would make a wide canal to let the water 
 run into the sea. This canal would be most useful 
 for our daily life in every respect. We would 
 have a great advantage of boats and traffic, and 
 moreover, even the poets or artists would be 
 attracted by its beautiful views. 
 
 On the other hand, if some one stopped its course, 
 what would happen next? Even a tiny spring would 
 make a disastrous flood in the end. Then how 
 foolish is one who tries to stop a turbulent river ! 
 
 I always compare women with water in every 
 respect. Some Japanese poet-artist said, " With- 
 out water it is not a perfect landscape." Describing 
 the scene of the surrender of Port Arthur, some 
 Japanese military officer wrote thus : " . . . Then 
 the Russian ladies passed before us next. O, their 
 gracefulness, their tender manners ! I had not 
 seen any of the fair sex for over a year, and now 
 to me they were just like the water on a dried-up 
 land in hot summer ! " 
 
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 It is the woman's nature to be useful as well as 
 beautiful in this world, just like the water. Only 
 the world has been wrongfully treating her. In 
 olden times the men refused to educate women 
 and they most shamefully excluded women. Did 
 they think the women would soak themselves into 
 the earth and quietly disappear from this world 
 altogether ? They had too much energy, too 
 much talent, and too much ambition to do so. 
 Certainly those women like Makki, Dakki, Hoji, 
 and Yokihi had even greater brain than the majority 
 of men. Therefore they caused such disastrous 
 flood all over the country. It was all men's fault, 
 and fancy, there are some men even now who are 
 calling women "vipers " or "evils"! Who knows 
 if the women had been given the proper passage 
 they might have done most useful and beautiful 
 thing in the human history } I always say one 
 who can go to the extremity of one way, can go to 
 the extremity of the other way as well. The Bible 
 says water ought to be either boiling or freezing, 
 and many women have proved that. I say this 
 with my own confidence which I have attained from 
 my own experiences with women. Indeed it was my 
 John Bulless friends who have encouraged me to 
 pass through the difficulty of the last thirteen years. 
 
 Why could not the two sexes help each other } 
 And why could not they be treated equally ? 
 
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 Savages are those men who think of women no 
 more than the human-manufacturing machines ! 
 Still more barbarious are those who try to make 
 women as their toys ! 
 
 If there is a real genuine great statesman, he 
 ought to open a wide canal to let the woman's 
 nature flow freely into the ocean and turn the 
 world into the graceful beauty. 
 
 Now let me write my little study about the John 
 BuUesses. Talking generally, the John BuUesses 
 have very charming and romantic appearance just 
 like butterflies. They are the good subjects for 
 novels, poetries, and pictures. But their inner side 
 is very much matter-of-fact. They dearly love their 
 life in this world, and they are very ambitious and 
 have strong will to carry it out. Men often give 
 their life away and ruin themselves without any 
 cause. Women are different. I know there are 
 many women who have given up all their sincere 
 and serious hope in this world and are leading very 
 corrupted life. But if you investigate the cause, 
 you will see nine of ten are in very pitiful con- 
 dition. At the very beginning of their life they 
 had a bright ambition to have a happy home. Only 
 their husbands become very lazy, they give up their 
 sincere life, they get tired of their wives without 
 any cause (except their changeable nature), and they 
 begin to treat their wives very cruelly. The wives 
 
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 prepare a nice dinner to welcome their husbands 
 home in the evening. The husbands often don't 
 turn up. They may be flirting with other women. 
 For this, the present man-made law is too poor to 
 do anything. 
 
 The Valley-wind blows repeatedly. 
 
 It brings out the cloud, 
 
 And lo ! the rain next ! 
 
 Why should you be so angry with me ? 
 
 Remember we loved each other, 
 
 And we have worked together. 
 
 Do not throw away a plant 
 
 Because you cannot eat its root, 
 
 Its leaf may give you a delicious dish. 
 
 Why have you rebelled against my devotion ? 
 
 You know my desire to live and die together. 
 
 River Kei looks muddy where it meets with River Wee, 
 
 Yet remember, it has a graceful stream above. 
 
 Now you are delighted with your new love. 
 
 Now you look upon me as a poison. 
 
 Woman, you dare not go to the fish-trap I made, 
 
 You dare not open the saving box I prepared. 
 
 O, I myself am allowed to stay no longer, 
 
 Then how could I think of my dear home I leave behind ? 
 
 (Shikyo, the Ancient Chinese Odes.) 
 
 Thus, very serious and sincere women are often 
 thrown away by the humbugs. The law helps 
 them very little. When they come to this ex- 
 tremity they often ruin their own lives. I personally 
 met with this sort of John Bulless several times. 
 They would sneer at the world. But no sooner 
 
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 than any sincere sympathy touched their hearts, 
 they would immediately come back to their own 
 beautiful conscience with tears. 
 
 I always say the John Bullesses are the insurance 
 company for men. The wise people always insure 
 everything, and they think it is not wasting money 
 at all. Very well then. Look at how the John 
 Bullesses are working. Sometimes people com- 
 plain the women's work is rather too slow. But 
 I must say they are not wasting time ; it is the 
 " Insurance System." 
 
 Go to the post office to register your letter. Men 
 clerks will write only the initials of the addressee 
 and the name of town. Whereupon the women 
 clerks always write down full name and full address. 
 The men clerks will take telegram forms without 
 reading, and they often wire them with misspelling 
 words. But the women clerks will not let the 
 sender go away before they read the form through. 
 I think it is the instinct of the universal feminine 
 gender (not only human). 
 
 In my mountainous village the hunters always 
 keep feminine dogs. They say masculine dogs are 
 no good for hunting because they give up their 
 hope too soon, whereupon the feminine dogs would 
 continue their searching until they found out the 
 game. 
 
 If man and woman go out to a field and see 
 
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 a ditch, man would jump over without measuring 
 its width, and very often he jumps into the water. 
 Woman never does that. She always walks all 
 round to reach to the other side. 
 
 One day I visited upon a John Bulless friend. 
 She was quite alone and she was preparing a table 
 for her tea. I asked her if she was expecting a 
 visitor. She said, " No." 
 
 I said, " Then why are you making the table so 
 properly ? If I were alone, I would go to the 
 kitchen and take tea standing." 
 
 She laughed. " You are a bachelor ! We women 
 could not be such wild animals." I was much 
 ashamed of myself. 
 
 Once upon a time there was a great mathematist 
 in Japan. The Shogun wanted to taste this mathe- 
 matist's knowledge, and summoned him to the 
 palace. The mathematist approached to the 
 Shogun and bowed down. Every subject watched 
 him breathlessly, because they thought the Shogun 
 might give him an awfully difficult question. 
 
 The Shogun said, " Divide lo by 2 ! " 
 
 The mathematist begged Shogun to lend him 
 a Soro-ban (calculating instrument), and said, 
 "Here I put 2 — and here lo . . . 5 times 2 is 
 10. Therefore the answer is 5." 
 
 The Shogun admired him very much and said, 
 " You are the real professional mathematist, to 
 
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 give me the full theory for such an easy question. 
 One who is so careful for a small matter may be- 
 come a great statesman." The Shogun gave him 
 an important commission and indeed all the political 
 career in his life was wonderful. 
 
 I believe many John Bullesses would be same 
 with that mathematist. 
 
 It was February 19th, 1910, Miss Christabel 
 Pankhurst was made as the guest of honour at the 
 Vagabond dinner. I was there with some of my 
 John BuUess friends. One of them whispered to 
 me, " Look at the guest's chair. Miss Pankhurst 
 is there." 
 
 I turned my head in that direction. The chair 
 for the guest was not very far away. But so many 
 charming John Bullesses were around me, and the 
 focus of my eyes could not be set to the guest. 
 My friend was rather indignant. 
 
 The dinner was over and Miss Pankhurst started 
 her speech. The first few words of hers I could 
 not catch. In fact I was not quite attentive to 
 her. But her fluency caught my ears, and made 
 my head turn to her unconsciously. Every word 
 came out from her sincere heart. I felt as if she 
 was talking personally to myself alone. I quite 
 forgot there were many people around me. I sup- 
 pose every one of them felt in the same way. I 
 shall not repeat her speech here, for the public know 
 
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 her opinion quite well. I sincerely felt from the 
 bottom of my heart that it is a great shame that 
 such a splendid compatriot has no vote while many 
 ignorant Little Englanders have ! 
 
 Once more I felt as if I were dreaming. 
 
 Now I want to write freely my own opinion about 
 the " militant suffragettes." Whenever I saw in the 
 papers the grave news of the battles at Westminster 
 and Whitehall half a dozen wrinkles were grown on 
 my brow ! We humans have the brains to demon- 
 strate, and the hearts to sympathise each other. 
 But there at Westminster or Whitehall brains and 
 hearts both are ignored, and they fight with their 
 physical strength. Nothing could be more brutal ! 
 I don't know which is to be blamed. The militant 
 suffragettes are naughty enough, but the Govern- 
 ment is so unsympathetic to keep silence. One who 
 has real sympathy could not be silent even to his 
 dogs. I am sure the Britannia must be weeping 
 over this matter. At least I do, though I am only 
 a foreigner. 
 
 As I said in the first part of this chapter, some 
 great women used to take the advantage of men's 
 weak point to ruin the country in those days when 
 the women absolutely were oppressed by the men. 
 It was their insincere revenge. It was the fateful 
 flood, caused by stopping the river ! To-day the 
 suffragette women are far more sincere. They 
 
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 want to go on parallel with men and work together 
 with men and help the men. They are sincere 
 enough to take the straight way to the front gate, 
 instead of taking a willy-nilly way to a back door 
 where men have no resisting power. The men 
 ought to be very grateful and welcome them 
 politely. 
 
 Have you ever seen the orchards or grain 
 fields ? When the season comes the farmers 
 ought to have harvest there. They shall be bene- 
 fited by the abundant crops. But if a foolish 
 farmer neglects his harvest, the fruits are decayed, 
 the grains fall on the ground. Everything is 
 entirely ruined. 
 
 To-day the John Bullesses are quite ripe. The 
 Westminster scene is the result of the negligence 
 of reaping harvest. 
 
 One day I was invited by some militant suffra- 
 gettes. To tell the truth I was a little bit nervous. 
 If they could box the policeman they could easily 
 throw me on the air ! My anticipation was entirely 
 wrong. They were most charming John Bullesses. 
 They were as sweet as the sweetest women could 
 be. I was much relieved then ! 
 
 Some one told me it was rather dangerous to 
 give vote to the lower-class women. My opinion 
 is reverse. In those classes, women are safer than 
 men. I have had more than ten years' life among 
 
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 those people in London. The men of this class 
 are comparatively honest and good-natured, but 
 hopelessly ignorant. If something happens, they 
 always say, "I shall ask to my Missus," and their 
 Missuses are managing everything. The editors or 
 my artist friends used to visit upon me at my poor 
 lodging-houses in various places. When I was out 
 the landlords could not take any message from my 
 visitors. They would forget even the visitors' 
 names. Whereupon the landladies were far more 
 useful. They would fulfil everything most satis- 
 factorily ! The women of this class pick up 
 everything much quicker. 
 
 I think the reason is very simple. Men have to 
 work hard exposing themselves on hot sun or pour- 
 ing rain all day. They use all their physical 
 strength, but very little brain, while the women 
 remain in their houses and regulate domestic 
 affairs with their brains. That is why. And cer- 
 tainly one who uses the brain is more suitable to 
 concern herself about the political affairs than one 
 who uses only his physical strength. If they see 
 on the papers that the Government is intending to 
 carry out some plan, the men of that class always 
 ask, " Is it profitable to my pocket ? " Whereupon 
 women ask, " Is it good for our country } " 
 
 Indeed, women are more patriotic, which I 
 appreciate very much, because I am a Japanese. 
 
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 Perhaps most dangerous voters are the national- 
 ised immigrants. Most of them don't care two- 
 pence for England. They think only their own 
 pockets, and if England is ruined they would only 
 go away. That is all. But among these sorts of 
 people women are more sincere. The women 
 always love and make home in any place where they 
 are going to live. They are to marry, and they 
 make their husbands' houses as their home. If 
 they marry with foreigners, they will make the 
 country of their respective husbands as their own 
 home country. The adopted life is the instinct of 
 women all over the world. I know one Japanese 
 woman who married an Englishman. She really feels 
 England is only the country she ought to love. 
 I am very proud of her. I know several other 
 women in the same spirit. When I was in New 
 Cross I made friendship with a few John Bullesses 
 and alien women. An Irish soldier used to visit on 
 them. It just happened that the African War was 
 broken, and that Irish soldier was to be sent to the 
 front. He was trembling. Some girls were trying 
 to encourage him, while the others were indignant 
 of his cowardness. 
 
 Again, in Kensal Rise an English soldier was 
 summoned to the front. He had a pretty young 
 jiancie. This girl and her mother both encouraged 
 him. I heard the girl saying to him, " Remember 
 
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 you are the soldier of our beloved Queen Victoria 
 I wrote a long letter to my home at that time 
 praising these patriotic John Bullesses. They are 
 the backbone of the country. 
 
 To keep the balance of the nation's will, or to 
 say more accurately, to bring out the constitutional 
 system quite fairly, we ought to ask the women to 
 vote, even if they may try to withdraw themselves. 
 
 And the real patriotic candidate shall find out 
 more interesting task and more satisfactory results 
 upon their task for polling. For the women will 
 ask them the reason of their political opinion, 
 whereas the men often ask them a glass of beer. 
 
 I want to say a few words more before I con- 
 clude this chapter. I know there are many beauti- 
 ful and charming John Bullesses. Their nature is 
 very gentle, tender, and modest. They are lucky 
 enough to have found kind husbands. They are 
 enjoying their life being petted by their husbands. 
 They want no more than to rely upon their hus- 
 bands. I have many friends among this sort of 
 John BuUess. I am very fond of them. One of 
 them told me she wouldn't care to vote. 
 
 I sincerely tell you, just to think. Your hus- 
 band has only one ticket to vote now. But if you 
 can vote, that means two votes from your family, 
 and it will strengthen your husband's will twice 
 over. I am sure you would be willing to assist 
 
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 your beloved husband in that way. Moreover 
 I call your careful consideration that there are 
 many John Bullesses less lucky (if you think 
 so) than yourselves. I mean you have many 
 spinster sisters who have to pay a heavy taxation 
 from their under-payment." And still worse case 
 is the failure of marriage. These John Bullesses 
 are often suffering from the man-made law. I 
 heard one of them say, " We women don't want to 
 be the judge or any kind of officer." Why should 
 you have to be an officer only because you have 
 the right to vote ? Rest assured ! If you turn 
 your head aside and hide your charmingly sweet 
 face with your big-plumed hat, nobody will pull 
 you up to the officer's seat. 
 
CHAPTER XI 
 
 MY FIRST VISIT TO THE W.S.P.U. 
 
 TUST the time when I was writing the Suffra- 
 ^ gette chapter for the English Review^ one of 
 the staff of the same magazine made an arrange- 
 ment for me to inspect the W.S.P.U. in order to 
 make some sketches there. It was fixed on a 
 Thursday morning 10.30 a.m. He and I called 
 on No. 4 Clement's Inn quite punctually. I saw 
 a motor-car at the gate. It had a flag of their 
 own colour — mauve, white, and green. A John 
 Bulless chauffeur was busy to screw that front 
 handle. Twice or thrice, then the machine 
 began to breathe ! Now ready to go. She 
 jumped on the car and got hold of the steering- 
 wheel. "Just a moment, please. May I sketch 
 you?" 
 
 " Certainly," she replied, with a smile. 
 
 She was in a thick motoring-coat and a roofed 
 cap and in long boots. Did she look rather 
 comical ? No, on the contrary, she looked very 
 well becoming. I wondered why. I looked at 
 
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 her again and again (how lucky to be an artist. 
 He can have the privilege to stare at ladies !) I 
 found the reason. That is to say, because she was 
 comfortably contented in that costume. 
 
 The steps of the building are many, and it took 
 some time to reach to the office, and while I was 
 climbing upstairs slowly my head was quite occu- 
 pied to think about the dresses. 
 
 Now let me write what has come to my mind 
 just at this time. 
 
 When the old women try to dress up themselves 
 to look younger they look even older than their 
 real age. When the small women try to dress up 
 themselves to look taller they look more dwarf 
 than they really are. See how those unproportion- 
 ally high-heel shoes make a small woman look 
 deformally small ! I have often noticed some 
 maid-servants look quite nice in their daily uni- 
 form of black and white. But how very dis- 
 appointing it is when they try to dress themselves 
 as "lydies." I always think the dresses for 
 women are just like the religion to human souls. 
 You must worship your god from your sincere 
 faith. You cannot imitate your neighbour's reli- 
 gion. So with the dresses. However extrava- 
 gant and expensive may be your dresses, if you 
 are not comfortably at home in them you cannot 
 expect to look nice. On the other hand, if 
 
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 you have your soul and heart well in them, you 
 look quite well ; even if your dresses are most 
 extraordinary. 
 
 My head was so busy to think the philosophy 
 upon the dresses, I was quite absent-minded until 
 I entered into the office with my friend. Miss 
 Christabel Pankhurst came out and said, " Now 
 I shall shdw you all our rooms." I was awaken 
 at last. 
 
 "You see, everything is done by women 
 here ! " So she said. Well, so they were ! I 
 was much amused with the large telegraph ex- 
 changing-box at the entrance. Two very young 
 John Bullesses were fully engaged in it. We 
 passed through I forget how many rooms. Every- 
 where I found several John Bullesses were writing, 
 typing, or collecting press cuttings. I saw the 
 notices " Please keep silence in this room " in 
 several rooms. When they said something to me 
 in these rooms I only nodded my head instead of 
 answering " yes." 
 
 Perhaps I was most fascinated in the map-room. 
 There was a very large map of the Great Britain 
 hanged on a board. A few John Bullesses were 
 pinning their colours where I suppose they have 
 successfully invaded. How very interesting I I 
 am very fond of maps since I was a little baby, 
 and I never get tired of looking at maps, and I 
 
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 make all sorts of imaginations upon them — how 
 all the towns and villages are situated, how the 
 railways are laid, how the rivers are running 
 between mountains and fields, and how to travel 
 all around! 
 
 If I were a girl I would ask Miss Pankhurst to 
 give me that job, and I am sure I would be quite 
 happy with my daily work. 
 
 We were taken to another room quite different 
 from others. Several John Bullesses were design- 
 ing and sewing many banners. Here they posed 
 for me and showed me how to carry the banners. 
 I sketched one of the most artistic designs. Miss 
 Dunlop came to me and said, " Oh, I am very 
 proud of that, because I myself have designed it." 
 Then she told me all about her prison life — espe- 
 cially about that awful feeding process. 
 
 Next room I was shown was the editorial room 
 of Fotes for Women^ where I met with Mrs. 
 Pethick Lawrence. She had a pen in her hand. 
 She seemed extremely busy, but she was kind 
 enough to greet me, and we had a very pleasant 
 chat for several minutes. 
 
 They showed us their treasurer's room next to 
 the editorial room. I saw a large desk covered 
 with cheques and coins. Miss Pankhurst smiled 
 and said, "This is our most important room," 
 And so it was. I quite agreed with her. 
 
MT FIRST VISIT TO THE W.S.P.U. 153 
 
 Once I used to have very poor opinion about 
 the money matter. For I was brought up in that 
 way. My parents would not allow me to know 
 about money matter in my childhood life. When 
 I came to London I visited a Japanese merchant 
 who married a John Bulless. He had a four-year- 
 old child. This child, picking up a sea-shell which 
 was an ornament in the drawing-room, said, I 
 wouldn't sell this under three pounds." His John 
 Bulless grandmother was very proud. " Listen 
 this dear child ! He is only four years, but 
 already has a business idea ! " 
 
 I was very amazed the way, so different from my 
 early home life. Again, when 1 was in Rome 
 there was an American girl tourist in the same 
 hotel. On the table some one asked her if she 
 could speak any other language than her own. 
 Whereupon a pretty young American replied, 
 " Well, you know, we have only one language 
 in America, but we have all the money in this 
 world." 
 
 Frankly I was awfully shocked at her. I could 
 not go so far in favour of money. For I feel 
 there are many other important things besides 
 money in this world. 
 
 But lately I have begun to feel that money is 
 quite necessary to carry out all the other important 
 things — especially our own liberty. Indeed, I have 
 
154 WEALED JOHN BULLESSES 
 
 become very conscious that I am losing my own 
 liberty through my poverty. The publishers often 
 reproduce my works in awfully cheap process. My 
 original pictures are bad enough, but the public 
 will see them in the condition of three times 
 worse. I lamented about my poverty. Only 
 if I had money enough for my daily life I would 
 not allow them to publish in that way, and my 
 works should not be misrepresented before the 
 public. 
 
 Now, seeing my suffragette friends are well off, 
 I heartily congratulate them, for it will carry their 
 liberty through all the difficulties they are so un- 
 necessarily meeting. 
 
 Now, being in their treasury-room I could not 
 help without recollecting the memory of their grand 
 meeting at Albert Hall which took place only three 
 or four days previously. 
 
 A press ticket was given to me for that meeting 
 and I went there punctually at eight o'clock. 
 The whole hall was already quite packed up. 
 Those stewards in white dresses with their 
 coloured ribbons were very effective. I say sensibly 
 effective, for they had done wonderfully organ- 
 ised works. I saw the names of all provincial 
 towns on balcony. I understood some representa- 
 tives from all over Great Britain were present 
 there. 
 
MT FIRST FISH TO THE W.S.P.U. 155 
 
 Mrs. Pankhurst took the chair as usual, and the 
 speakers were Mrs. Lawrence, Miss Christabel 
 Pankhurst, and Miss Goldstein from Australia. 
 Every speaker was received with applause like 
 thunderstorms. Perhaps I understood the speeches 
 better than anywhere else. The reason was they 
 spoke each word so distinctly and so slowly in 
 order to let it be heard in every corner. (I fear 
 my English is incorrect, for the hall was oval-circle 
 shape and there was practically no corner !) 
 
 And I found out a peculiar phenomenon of 
 echoes. I was very near to the speakers and I 
 heard the distinct echoes of every word from the 
 opposite direction only a few seconds later. That 
 was such a good confirmation to my uncertain 
 knowledge of the English language. Then the 
 suffragette march conducted by Dr. Ethel Smyth 
 as their determination. Then the collection was 
 started. Mrs. Pethick Lawrence said, " I expect 
 thousands of cheques and notes will be poured 
 upon us." To confess the truth, I doubted her. 
 " What a bluff she is talking about ! That was 
 what I said to myself. (I hope Mrs. Lawrence 
 will forgive me for giving my truthful confession 
 here, for I was absolutely ignorant about the fact.) 
 My anticipation, however, was crushed down in 
 next few seconds. She was to read out cheques 
 loudly. So far as I remember there were two or 
 
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 three of ;^iooo cheques, and quite many of £200 
 or ;^ioo ! The sum was nearly reached to their 
 promised ;i^ioo,ooo. (I have forgotten the accurate 
 sum.) 
 
 First of all, I was much struck by the earnest 
 zeal of those suffragette John Bullesses. I should 
 not be so surprised if this happened among some 
 other excitable nations. But I know quite well that 
 John Bullesses have cooler temper, and are very 
 thoughtful too. 
 
 Such a great contribution could not be gathered 
 from well-reserved John Bullesses unless they had 
 very strong decision, and not at all for the 
 momental excitement. This fact alone proved 
 their future victory. No wonder why Miss 
 Christabel Pankhurst always says, " We have some- 
 thing on our back," whenever she makes the 
 speech of " Resolution.'' 
 
 Now at the treasurer's room 1 have witnessed 
 their strong back " with my own eyes. 
 
 Miss Pankhurst showed us a small room before 
 she said us " Good-bye." She told us that was the 
 only room they had when they started their move- 
 ment a few years ago. 
 
 I wondered how quickly they have been ex- 
 panded ! If you look at the size of the steam 
 cylinder you can well imagine the size of the boat. 
 To-day the suffragette boat is a " Dreadnought." 
 
MT FIRST VISIT TO THE W.S.P.U. 157 
 
 She may still meet some tempest, but she is having 
 bon voyage. 
 
 Let me wish their destination will be quite 
 nigh ! 
 
CHAPTER XII 
 
 MRS. FAWCETT 
 
 /^N May 19th, at eight o'clock, a banquet was 
 ^"'^ given at Connaught Rooms in honour of the 
 Lord Mayor and Lady Mayoress of Dublin. For the 
 Lord Mayor of Dublin had brought the petition 
 for " Votes for Women to the House of Com- 
 mons on the same day. An invitation ticket was 
 kindly given to me /for that memoriable occasion. 
 I arrived there a little before the time mentioned 
 on the card. The large magnificent hall and tables 
 were decorated with flags and flowers, all in their 
 three colours — green, white, and purple. Many 
 celebrated and charming John Bullesses were already 
 present. The whole room was full of gay yet very 
 sincere atmosphere. 
 
 I had many very interesting conversations with 
 interesting John Bullesses. A young John Bulless 
 came to me, and our discussion was about whether 
 there were some Japanese women in London who 
 would walk in the forthcoming great procession. 
 Suddenly she broke in and said, " By the way, I 
 
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MRS. FAWCETT 
 
 159 
 
 have met with a young Chinese student the other 
 day/* And she told me the extraordinary story 
 about him. He told the young John Bulless that 
 he liked everything English except one thing, 
 which he did not wish to have in his own country 
 by all means. She asked him what it was. He 
 said that was the suffragette. Whereupon the 
 young John Bulless said to him, " Do you know 
 to whom you are talking ? I am an ardent suffra- 
 gette.*' The Celestial guest was very surprised just 
 for a few seconds, then he entirely changed his 
 tones. He said the suffragettes were most wonder- 
 ful, and he admired their movement very much, 
 that when he goes back he will tell about the suffra- 
 gettes to all his countrywomen. 
 
 I asked the young John Bulless if she believed 
 what that Chinese said. She smiled and shook her 
 head negatively. 
 
 The dinner-time came. All the people were 
 going into the dining-room. I kept myself as the 
 very last one to enter into. There were a few 
 empty seats at the end of the table. I sat myself 
 down on one of those empty seats and started my 
 soup. 
 
 Mrs. Pethick Lawrence so kindly sent a gentle- 
 man with a message, ^^Come nearer to us." 
 She gave me a seat next to Miss Goldstein. 
 There 1 had a chance to talk with the heroine 
 
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 from Australia, where women have secured the 
 vote. 
 
 Among many brilliant speakers after the dinner, 
 I was most impressed by Mrs. Fawcett ! 
 
 Mrs. Fawcett ! I must tell the readers my old 
 story. Just the time when I lost my mother, at 
 my eleven years age, I was almost broken-hearted. 
 Some doctors gave their opinions freely that I 
 might not live long. However, my father got a 
 happy, bright idea. He said to me if I do some- 
 thing in this world that would please my mother's 
 spirit most. Prompted with that bright idea, 1 
 began to study hard. I gave up all childish plays 
 and devoted my time for reading. At the same 
 time, many English scientific books were translated 
 in Japanese. Mrs. Fawcett's Elementary Political 
 Economy was one of them. My father too studied 
 it with me as an old scholar. For perhaps that 
 was the very first book of Political Economy in 
 Japan. My elder brother bought it and read first, 
 and then he persuaded us to read. My father 
 said, " What ? The book of Economy } How 
 troublesome ! It must be all about figures ! We 
 were absolutely ignorant for anything about Politi- 
 cal Economy. However, when we read it, we 
 were delighted with her very philosophical point 
 of view. My father used to call that book, " very 
 wonderful woman's book." And we were very 
 
MRS. FJWCETT 
 
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 touched with the introduction chapter by the 
 translator. It said that that book was translated 
 first as the step for the book by Fawcett, which was 
 too difficult for the beginner. Then there was a 
 rough sketch of Mr. Fawcett*s life. My father 
 and I were much impressed with that pathetic story 
 of how he lost his sight and what he said to his 
 father then. 
 
 And there was a frontispiece with the portraiture 
 of Mr. and Mrs. Fawcett. The translator apolo- 
 gised, for he could not reproduce the picture well 
 enough to show how graceful and how dignified 
 Mrs. Fawcett was ! And he gave a story that 
 Mrs. Fawcett went to the gallery of the Parliament 
 whenever her husband was present, and one day 
 some one who saw her there exclaimed, " How pity 
 Mr. Fawcett cannot see his own wife, who is one 
 of the most graceful and beautiful women in their 
 country ! " 
 
 I have still quite vivid memory of her book, as 
 well as all sorts of my boyish imaginations which 
 I made upon her, though it has elapsed more than 
 twenty years since then. When I read I never 
 thought the authoress was living. I looked upon 
 her as one of the great persons on the past history, 
 just as you look upon Jean d'Arcor Lady Hamil- 
 ton, etc. Therefore the readers may easily imagine 
 how delighted I was to see her in my life ! I felt 
 
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 something like a dream. She did not look as old 
 as I was thinking, but she seemed very healthy and 
 energetic enough to take the important part of the 
 movement for the women's suffrage. I did wish 
 just to shake her hand and exchange a few words. 
 But she was thickly surrounded by the people who 
 were as eager as myself to meet her. So I thought 
 I ought not to trouble her for the account of my 
 little self. I nodded my head for her from the 
 distance with my sincere Banzai for the " very 
 wonderful woman " (in my father's terms). 
 
 The readers may get tired of me for repeating 
 the story of my childhood's life again and again 
 whenever something makes me recall my memories. 
 But I was so much attached to my parents. And 
 if I see anything which brings my memory of them, 
 I feel my old sweet life has come back to me and 
 I get quite unconsciously very sentimental. For 
 this reason I ask the readers to forgive me. 
 
CHAPTER XIII 
 
 THE SUFFRAGETTE PROCESSION 
 OF JUNE, 191 1 
 
 /^NE of the nicest and most successful things 
 the suffrage John BuUesses have ever done 
 was their picturesque and poetic procession on the 
 17th of June, 191 1. 
 
 I was informed about this occasion several months 
 beforehand, but, as usual, I had never prepared 
 myself where and how to see it until one day before 
 the date. Then the W.S.P.U. sent me a letter 
 saying a certain gentleman was willing to offer one 
 window of his office at Northumberland Buildings 
 to any one who was anxious to see the procession. 
 Did I care to go there ? I was delighted to accept 
 this offer. 
 
 When I arrived at Charing Cross Station it was 
 only 3.30 p.m., that is to say, one hour before the 
 time. But outside of the station was already 
 thickly crowded, and many young John Bullesses 
 in their suffragette colours were busily running to 
 and fro. It was not easy task for me to make 
 
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 a crack in the mass of crowds with my shoulder 
 so that I could pass through. 
 
 The window of the question was on — I forget 
 which — five or six stories high. There I could 
 see the whole view. Two members of W.S.P.U. 
 came to see the procession too. It was quite 
 amusing to see the square being crowded more and 
 more every minute. 
 
 The boys began to ride on the back of the 
 Nelson lions and some to climb up the street 
 lamps. I have never seen the crowd from 
 such a height ! Nothing but hats and hats, which 
 were waving like the oatfields on a breezy 
 day. 
 
 I came back to my own conscience and said to 
 myself, " How cruel of me it was to amuse 
 myself with this sight." For I recollected my own 
 experience when C.I.V. came back from Africa. 
 I was among those human waves at Marble Arch. 
 My feet did not touch to the ground again and 
 again. I was compressed amid the air, and I 
 thought my rib-bones or my arms might be broken 
 every minute. 
 
 Suddenly I heard a band playing the Marseillaise 
 March just underneath our window. I saw the 
 procession was coming. 
 
 The constables were at their hard task to make 
 a way for the procession. Those two John Bull- 
 
THE SUFFRAGETTE PROCESSION 165 
 
 esses both sides of me seemed awfully excited. 
 (Quite natural thing too !) 
 
 " There, that is Mrs. Lawrence ! That is Mrs. 
 Pankhurst ! Where is Christabel ? Where is 
 Christabel ? There she is ! " 
 
 Only a minute or two later the head of the pro- 
 cession was proceeding far towards Haymarket. 
 They gave me some deep impression which I 
 cannot express with words. Whole crowds of the 
 spectators seemed to me only one dark mass or 
 pattern (though I knew each of them might be 
 quite important individuals), and there those most 
 dignified white souls were marching on ! 
 
 There was a tableau cart of "The Empire." 
 There were all sorts of historical pageants, the 
 representatives of the universities, school teachers, 
 and all trades. And then many notable John 
 BuUesses in their carriages. How very gracefully 
 all those little colours were fluttering when they 
 met the breeze. By the way, I very much regret 
 that I could not see either their faces or the designs 
 of those innumerous banners, which I was told 
 were most artistic things. For through that win- 
 dow 1 could see only their backs. It lasted until 
 7.30 p.m., or for three hours' duration ! 
 
 Was I tired to watch them all ? Never ! Nay. 
 I was fascinated by every one of them. Each of 
 them looked as fresh and interested as the first one. 
 
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 I feel sure most every spectator felt same with me. 
 For I overheard some rather anti-suffragette John 
 Bullesses were saying, " They were wonderful ! " 
 
 Why was that so ? I have seen other kind of 
 pageants very often — such as the Lord Mayor's 
 Show, or many historical ones. In these cases the 
 performers generally have no fixed mind. Some 
 of them are joking, while others are in quite 
 absent-mind, or they want only to show their 
 beautiful costumes or their clever make-up. What 
 I mean is that each one has each soul, or perhaps 
 no soul at all. 
 
 The suffragette procession was entirely in differ- 
 ent nature. There were some forty thousand 
 women, but they had only one spirit — that was the 
 faith in " Votes for Women." This one very strong 
 spirit made their feet to march on. And this spirit 
 made their hands to hold their banners. 
 
 Hark what some very delicate John Bulless said 
 to me : " I never thought I could walk such a long 
 distance. But when I arrived at Albert Hall I did 
 not feel tired at all." 
 
 No wonder why we, the spectators, have received 
 some unusually strong impression from them ! 
 
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