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slight elevation on our left, while the others opened into 
the grand hall of the temple. 
“Well, it is singular!” exclaimed one of the party, as 
he gazed through the former upon the civilized-looking 
monuments. “Look here at these granite monuments, 
with their emblems chiselled upon them, and the fel- 
low’s history cut in, exactly where with us would be put 
‘Sacred to the memory,’ &c. They look exactly like the 
monuments you would see in any Christian graveyard. 
I thought the Japanese burned their dead and stowed 
the ashes away in jars?” 
“So they do, as a general rule,” remarked the Russian. 
“But these are not Japanese monuments that you see 
there. Four of Commodore Perry’s men and one of his 
officers are bui'ied under them. The monuments them- 
selves were made by Japanese, from drawings by Ame- 
ricans.” 
“ Do you remember what the name of the officer was ?” 
asked an interested voice. 
“Hamilton, — Dr, James Hamilton,” was the careless 
reply. 
I looked back to the jovial mess-room of the Kennedy, 
(only two short years,) and, as my eye rested on the 
glorious hearts that then beat around our social board, I 
felt it dim and moisten over the memory of more than 
one that was now pulseless and cold. Hardships and dis- 
ease, combined with the destroying breath of the uncurbed 
typhoon, had even then sadly thinned our ranks. One 
slept his noiseless sleep among the unknown depths of 
the coral sea, and now the lasting monument of another, 
towering over the Buddhist images, proclaimed on its face 
