ABSTRACT
I was set out for the Tokyo Academy of Music at Ueno, and the grief and tears of the day seemed a premonition of sorrow-a re-vision of the old hell. Yet, like a good Christian, I struggled manfully with the quagmires of the streets of Tokyo, and of the Ueno grounds, deriving some comfort from the alluring shadow and protective majesty of Ueno's cedars. These, I reflected, were some compensation should I not see the Apparition turned to beauty. I said to myself, as one should say to a disappointed searcher of treasure : 4 At any rate that is a fine sky overhead.'
