320 LAST YEARS AND DEATH. TO MRS. HARDY. lKAo, JoslW, August 13, 1888. My friends have held a special council to see what they can do for my poor health. They consulted with Dr. Baelz of the Tokyo University, who urged me to come to this bathing place. Their plan is to keep me away from Kyo to lest I should be worried about our school. I am enjoying the quietness of this place. It is cool and pleasant, and nearly 3,000 feet above the sea, the road ascending gradually from Mayebashi, a rail­way terminus, where we have a church of two hundred members. I am surprised to find how fast a moun­tain town like this is Americanized. We can get good milk, meat, and tolerably good bread. I have hired a small cottage, although there many hotels well filled in the bathing season. This little district is honeycombed by the gospel, and is one of the strong proofs of my humble theory, -educate the natives, and they will take care of themselves and start self-sustaining churches. I wish I could visit these churches. Alas l it may be His will to keep me ill and teach me His way. I am trying to rest; I walk little, eat slowly, talk little, read and write spar­ingly. I have read Victor Hugo's "Les Miserables" and" Ninety-three," aud the Life of Dr. Franklin. His precepts are good, but his example might mislead many. I suppose you are now at Mt. Desert. If I might sit down on your piazza I would talk with you and listen to you, hear gentle sounds of the surf and see the Ianthe in the bay. Alas ! with this pleas­ure, something would be missing. A year ago I re­ceived Mr. Sears' telegmm about Mr. Hardy's death.