Vill OBITUARY NOTICES. 
their last respects to the dead. The commingling of so many different 
kinds of people gave evidence of the wide circle of the deceased's 
acquaintanceship and influence. 
None knew him but to love him, 
Nor named him but to praise. 
The exercises were conducted by Mr. Joseph Cosand, of the Friends’ 
Mission, in a very quiet and calm manner which made a deep impres- 
sion; and consisted of an appropriate intermingling of English and 
Japanese. Two of Dr. Hartshorne’s favorite hymns, ‘Jesus, Lover of 
my Soul,” and ‘More Love to Thee, O Christ,” and two Japanese 
hymns were sung. The opening prayer and the benediction were in 
Japanese by Mr. Mizuno, of the Friends’ Mission; the closing prayer 
was by Rev. A. A. Bennett, of Yokohama, who was a pupil of Dr. Harts- 
horne in the Philadelphia High School more than thirty years ago. 
Two excellent addresses were delivered; one, in English, by Rev. B. 
Chappell, of Toky6, and the other, in Japanese, by Rev. G. F. Verbeck, 
D.D., of Toky6. Both emphasized the lovable and deeply spiritual 
nature of the deceased. 
A large number of friends, both Japanese and foreign, attended the 
interment at Aoyama Cemetery. The body was carried from the hearse 
to the grave by foreigners and Japanese. The last prayer was offered 
by the Rev. Julius Soper, D.D., of Tokyo. When the coffin had been 
lowered into the grave, it was covered with flowers and evergreens. 
Two years ago, after his first visit to Japan, and when a second one 
was in mind, Dr. Hartshorne wrote a poem expressive of his desire to be 
buried in Aoyama. He always preferred, however, to think of Aoyama 
not as ‘‘ Green Hill,” but as ‘ Hill of Love” (Ai-no-yama). This poem 
reads as follows :— 
AOYAMA. 
Beyond the crowded city’s utmost reach, 
Near but to hospital and college halls, 
Where on the ear no sound repellant falls, 
Only sweet bell-tones, or soft Nippon speech ; 
Where moss-grown tombstones their weird sermons preach, 
With silent liturgies of attendant trees, 
Stirred now and then to whispers by a breeze; 
Where all things “ man is mortal"’ gently teach: 
Are we not farthest there from all the din, 
Ofttimes discordant, of the haunts of men, 
Where love and joy are fain to enter in, 
Yet strife and sorrow come and come again ? 
When, on this earth, I make my last remove, 
Be it to Aoyama, Hill of Love. 
H. HARTSHORNE. 
Written in anticipation, Germantown, Pa., 
& mo. 15, 1895. 
