Countess 



Harris 



The Days of a Man Qgn 



tainly his reactions cannot always be foretold in ad- 

 The vance. The Countess we found altogether charming, 



a typical Japanese lady of cultivation aijd decided 

 artistic talent. Later we had the pleasure of meeting 

 them both somewhat more intimately in their own 

 home. 



For the day following the garden party, our 

 Stanford friends arranged a repetition of a delightful 

 entertainment given to me in 1900. This was a picnic 

 to the Tamagawa (Jewel River), with a luncheon of 

 ayu caught on the spot by the trained cormorants 

 previously described. Several other guests were in- 

 cluded, five of these being, as before, my colleagues 

 in Zoology at the Imperial University of Tokyo. 

 Bishop Another was Dr. Merriman C. Harris, Methodist 

 Episcopal bishop for Japan and Korea. Bishop 

 Harris — very lately deceased — was a silver-haired 

 gentleman with the face and heart of a saint and a 

 patient tact any diplomatist might well envy. 

 i^ectures Betwecu September 4, the date of the Okuma 

 lawn party, and the 19th of the same month, when 

 we left Tokyo, I gave a number of formal addresses. 

 One of these was before the Imperial Education 

 Association of the city. On this occasion the teachers 

 presented me with a generous gold medal in recog- 

 nition of what I had done for education, in Japan. 

 I also spoke in the Imperial University and in the 

 two great privately endowed institutions, Keio 

 (Keiojijuku) and Waseda, as well as in the Woman's 

 University which I had helped to dedicate in 1900, 

 Mr. Jinzo Naruse being still its president. The 

 morning at Waseda in the walled college garden 

 was the hottest of the season. As somebody phrased 

 it, we were under the domination of Kagu-tsuchi-no- 



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in Tokyo 



