THE ILLUSTRATED BEE.
1 January 31, 1904.
T"E Illustrated Bee.
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"TMONO other wonder that WfBturn
flk travelers i.rc shown in Japan la
, Jr, tho great Matuo of Huddhn nt
-ffijiffi. Ko-Tukii-In monastery. Ka-
... r. . .. . ji I I I T - l I III.: III Villa
Immense Ini itjo In fIiuvii on the front p iga
of this numhrr n n some notion of Its
Immensity tun be li.nl by comparing It
wllh the figures of Mr. uud Mrs. C. N.
Dlctz and Mr. Gould Dlctz of Omaha,
who nr ntnnding directly In front of
It. Thin one of the nest vein rated
Images In Japan, where Image of Buddha
arc plentiful, not so much on account of Its
Size, but rather for Its history.
The Kn inn k lira monastery of the Ko- "
Tokiiln (Joilo) sect Is Htuated i short
distance, from the village of Hasp, near
the, sea const, himI the groU Image Is con
sidered one of the most remarkable repre
sentations of Buddha Japan has ever pro
duced, nn Image so perfect In Its artistic
details that It Is regarded iih the culmina
tion of the art of bronze canting In Japan.
Mr. nnyard Taylor, the great American
traveler and writer, nay a In his work,
Japan In Our Day, that "the monument
dedicated to Diii-Butsu, that Is the Great
ltiiddha, may be considered o: the most
co-nplcle work of the Japanese gculu in
regard to art and the thr religious nt-ntl-ment.
It Is a gigantic seated divinity of
br nze, with folded hnnds and head gently
Inclined In an atltude of contemplative
ecntney. There Is an Irresistible nim In
tho posture of Dal-Hutmi, in the harmony
of his bodily proportions, in the noble sim
plicity of his dnipery, and In the calmness
and serenity of the countenance."
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Hero Is a short history of the temple and
statue, taken from Japanese sources:
"There ban been u temple In (hi place
Inee the eighth century, 1 ut the image Is
of a much later date. Ita incise history
In Involved In obscurity. Tradition, how
ever, says that the rhogun Yorltoino, when
taking part In the dedication of the re
stored Dal-Hutnu at Nura in the sixth year
of Kenkyn (ll!)i A. D ), to which place he
had been summoned by the emperor to su
pervise the ceremony, conceived the desire
of having a similar object of w rshlp at his
own capital, but died before he could put
the plan Into execution. One of his wait
ing ladles, Itano nn Tsubone, undertook to
collect funds for the purpose, and resigned
her appointment, and with the (ordlal ap
proval of Mnsago (th relict of Yorltoino)
and tho nhogun Yoritsugn, worked with
such devotion of heart that In tho first
year of (icn-rdn (1214 A. D.) the priest
Joko (who had collected money far and
wide), with the permission of tho em-
leror, wan enabled to commence the first
iniigu (which was of wood), and It was
completed In the ilr,t year of Heklnln (U38
A.- !.). A splendid chapel was also con
structed here In tho first year of Kwan-'
pen (I -4a A. 1 ). In tho it nt u in ik of the sec
ond year of llojl (11-18 A. D.) the c he pel
was overthrown by a mighty storm, and
the Imiiff ntriously damaged. Again Itano
no ThiiIkjiio licntlrrcd herself In the work,
being usvistcd by the nhogun I'rince Mune
taka, who provided the metal to cast a
bronze Image and restored the temple to all
Its former splendor.
"Thu image was commenceil In the fourth
year of Kencho, tho eighth mouth and
seventeenth day, and the founder was Ono
to-ro-ye-mon, an artificer of Yunamura, In
the county of Mixta, province of Kudzusa.
''This was the flint time that such a mar
velous piece of metal work had bc-n thus
successfully undertaken In Japun, and the
perfect artistic munlery of form and true
beauty and grandeur of outline which char
acterize (iihi'i masterpiece Is a wonderful
triumph of Japuneno glyptic art.
"The temple was completely destroyed by
atormn twice, once In the second year of
Keinmu (1335 A. 1).) and once In the second
year of Oau (13(9 A. I).), but was repaired.
Again In the fourth year of Mei-o (1495 A.
I) ) the buildings were swept away by n
tidal wave, but thin time the priests were
unable to raise funds for their restoration,
and only the Imuge and the stone founda
tions of the church were left.
"In Hie period of Shotoku till 1-17:5 A. D ) a
Buddhist archbishop named Yuten rebuilt
the priest's residence, and a certain Nojima
TasiiHuke furnished money liberally and
presented votive bronze lanterns and vail
oun ornaments to the church, but the funds
failed and the work of complete restoration
Was abandoned."
Some notion of the great size of this
tatue may be obtained from the following
measurements:
Feet. Inches.
Height 49 7.C0
Circumference 97 2.20
length of face g 6 15
Width from ear to ear 17 s.20
Hound white boss on forehead... 1 3 47
Ij-ugth of eye 3 Jt.fr)
length of eyebrow 4 J.M
length of car 6 fi.51
Ijength of nose S 9.2a
Iength of mouth 3 2.0$
Height of bump of wisdom 8 52
Diameter of hump of wisdom.... 4) 4.50
Jllght of curls tof which there
are K SS
Diameter of curls J1.90
length from knee to kneo Si g.40
C'lrouinference of thumb S ....
Ttie eyes are cf pure (old, and the silver
bona weighs thirty pound, avoirdupois. Tho
Image la formed of sheets of bronze, cast
separately and braced together. Quit: bed
ff oa the ouUlde with the chlseL
(Copyright, 1901, by M. Walter Dunne.)
f B was dead the bead of a high
I r- I tribunal, the upright magistrate,
11 whose Irreiiroachable life wan a
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proverb In all courts of Prance.
Advocates. younz counselors.
Judges had saluted, bowing low In token of
profound respect, remembering that grund
face, pale and thin, Illumined by two bright,
deepaet eyes.
Ho had pasaed Ills life In pursuing crime
and In protecting the weak. Bwlnd'crs and
murderers had no more redoubtable enemy,
for ho seemed to read In the recesses of
their bouIm their most secret thoughts.
Ho was dead, now, at the age of K2, hon
ored by the homage and followed by the
rogrets of a whole people. Soldiers In red
breeches had escorted him to the tomb,
and men In white cravats had shed on his
grave tears that seemed to be real.
Hut listen to the strange paper found
by the dismayed notary In the desk where
tho Judge had kept filed the records of
great criminals! It was entitled:
WHY?
June 20, J851 I have Just left court. 1
have condemned Blondel to death! Now,
why did this man kill his five children?
Frequently one meets with people to whom
killing Is a pleasure. Yes, yen. It should
be a pleasure the greatest of all, per
haps, for la not killing most like creating?
To make and to destroy! These two words
contain the history of the universe, the
history of all worlds, all that Is, aJl! Why
Is It not Intoxicating to kill?
June 25 To think that there Is a being
who lives, who walks, who runs. A being?
What Is a being? An animated thing which
bears In It the principle of motion and a
will ruling that principle. It clings to
nothing, this thing. Its feet ore Independ
ent on the ground. It Is a grain of life
that moves on the earth, and this grain of
life, coming I know not whence, one can
destroy at one's will. Then nothing noth
ing more. It perishes; It Is finished.
June 26 Why, then. Is It a crime to kill?
Yee, why? On the contrary, it Is the law
of nature. Kvery being has the mission to
kill; he kills, to live, and he Uvea to kill.
The beast kills without ceasing, all day,
every Instant of Its existence. Man kills
without ceasing, to nourish himself; but
since In addition he needs to kill for plea
sure, he has Invented the chase! The child
kills the Insects he finds, the little birds,
all the little animals that cwe In hU way.
But this doea not suffice for the Irresistible
need of massacre that is in us. It is not
enough to kill beasts; we must kill man
too. Long ago this need was satisfied by
human sacrifice. Now, tho necessity of liv
ing; in society has made murder a crime.
We condemn and punish the assassin!
Hut as we cannot live without yielding to
tlila natural and imperious Instinct of
death, we relieve ourselves, from time to
time by wars. Then a whole nation slaugh
ters another nation. It is a feast of blood,
a feast that maddens armies and intoxi
cates tho civilians, women and children,
who road, by lamplight at night, the fever
ish story of massacre.
And do we deapiso those picked out to
accomplish these butcheries of men? No,
they are loaded with honors. They are
mlad In gold and in resplendent stuffs;
they wear plumes on their beads and orna
ments on their breasts; r.nd they arc given
crosses, rewards, titles of every kind. They
are proud, respected, loved by women,
cheered by the crowd, solely because their
mission Is to shed human blood! They
drag through the streets their instruments
of death, and the passer-by, clad in black,
looks on with envy. For to kill is the
great law put by nature In the heart of
existence! There Is nothing more beautiful
and honorable than killing!
Juno 30-To kill Is the law, because
Nature loves eternal youth. Bhe seems to
cry In all her unconscious acts: "Quick!
quick! quick!" The more she destroys, the
more she renews herself.
July -It must be a pleasure, unique aud
full of zest to kill; to
piacu before you n living,
thinking being; to make
therein a little hole, noth
ing but a little iiole, and
to see that red liquid flow
which is the blood, which
1st the life; and then to
have before you only a
heap of limp fiesh, cold,
Inert, void of thought!
August 6 I who have passed my life
In Judging, condemning, killing by words
Jironouticed, killing by the guillotine those
who had killed by the knife, if I should do
as ull the assassins whom I have smitten
have done, I I who would know It?
August 10 Who would ever know? Who
would ever suspect me, especially if I
should choose a being I had no Interest in
doing away with?
August 221 could resist no longer. I
have killed a liltlo creature as an experi
ment, as a beginning. Jean, my servant,
had a goldfinch In a cage hung In the olllce
window. I sent him on an errand, and I
took the little bird In my hand. In my hind
where I felt Its heart boat. It was warm.
I went up to my room. From time to time
I squeezed It tighter; Us heart beat faster;
it was atrocious and delicious. I was nearly
choking it. Hut I could not see the blood.
Then I took scissors, short nail scissors,
and I cut its throat in three strokes, quite
gently. It opened Its bill, it struggled to
escape me, but I held It, oh! I held It
I could have held a mad dog and I saw tho
blood trickle.
And then I did as assassins do real ones.
I washed the scissors and washed my
hands. I sprinkled water, and took the
body, the corpse, to the garden to hide
it I buried It under a strawberry plant.
It will never be found. Kvery day I can
eat a strawberry from that plant. How
one can enjoy life, when one knows how!
My servant cried; he thought his' bird
flown. How could he suspect me? Ah!
August 25 I must kill a man! I must!
August 30 It is done. Hut what a little
thing! I had gone for a walk In the forest
of Vernea. I was thinking of nothing,
literally nothing. See! a child on the road,
a little child eating a slice of bread and
butter. He stops to see me pass and says,
"Good day, Mr. President."
And the thought enters my head: "Shall
I kill him?"
I answer: "You are alone, my boy?"
"Yes, sir."
"All alone in the wood?"
"Yes, lr."
The wish to kill him Intoxicated me like
wine. I approached him quite softly, per
suaded that he was going to run away.
And suddenly I seised him by the throat.
He held my wrists In his little hands, and
hi body writhed like a feather on the
Are. Then he moved no more. I threw the
body in the ditch, then some weeds on top
of it. I returned home and dined welt.
What a little thing it was! In the evening
I was very gay. light, rejuvenated, and
passed the evening at the Prefect's. They
found me witty. But I have not seen
blood! I am not tranquil.
August 31 The body has been discov
ered. They are hunting for the assassin.
Ah!
September 1 Two tramps have been ar
rested. Proofs are lacking.
September 2 The parents have been to
ee me. They wept! Ah!
October 6 4Vothing has been discovered.
Some strolling vagabond must have done
the deed. Ah! If I had seen the blood flow
It seems to me I should be tranquil now!
October 10 Yet another. I was walking
by the river, after breakfast. And I saw,
under a willow, a fisherman asleep. It was
noon. A spade, as If expressly put there
for me, was standing in a potato Meld near
by.
I took It. I returned; I raised It like a
club, and with one blow of the edge I
cleft the llMherman's head. Oh! he bled,
this one! rose-colored blood. It flowed
Into tbe water quite gently. And I went
away with a grave step. If I had been
seen! Ah! I should have made an excellent
assassin.
October 25 The affair of the fisherman
makes a great noise. His nephew, who
fished with him, Is charged with the mur
der. October 26 The examining magistrate
affirms that the nephew is guilty. Every
body in town believes it. Ab! ah!
October 27 The nephew defends himself
badly. lie had gone to the village to buy
1 read and cheese, lie declares, lie swears
that his uncle had been killed in his ab
nencc! Who would billeve him?
October 28 The nephew has all but con
fessed, so much havo they made bitii lone
his head! Ah! Justice!
November 15 There are overwhelming
proofs against the nephew, who was his
unclo'8 heir. I shall preside at the ses
sions. January 25, 1S32-TO death! to death! to
dentil! I have bad him condemned to
death! The advocate-general npoke like
an ungel! Ah! Yet another! I shall go
to see him executed!
March 10 It is done. They guillotined
him this morning. He died very well! very
well! That gave me pleasure! How fine It
is to sec a man's head cut off!
Now, I shall wait. I can wait. It would
take such a little thing to let myself be
caught.
Tho manuscript contained more pages,
but told of no new crime.
Alienist physicians to whom the awful
slory has been submitted declare that there
uro In the world many unknown madmen,
an adroit nnd as terrible as this monstrous
lunatle.-From the first complete edition of
the works of Guy do Maupassant In Eng
lish.. Published by M. Walter Dunne. New
York.
Slang in Common Use
Borne forty years ago New Yorkers wera
noted for the purity and simplicity of
their English. Now all that In changed.
Dnnjr ago a New Yorker would tell the
oft-repeated sad story as follows: "On
my way home last evening I met John
Smith. He invited me to go to the theater
with him. I told him I had promised my
wlfo to be home for supper, but he would
take no excuse. We talked the matter over,
and at Inst he prevailed" upon me to go with,
him. We enjoyed ourselves nt the theater,
and had a good time when the play waa
over. Reaching home In good spirits. I
found my wife In a very bad humor. Sho
was still angry this morning. I'm afraid
Rhe will never be herself again."
In these diys of progress he tells it, or
rather says it thus:
"Pegging for my flat last evening I
found myself up ngainst John Smith.
" 'Hands up.' he says.
"What for?' I says.
" "For the show,' he says.
" 'No,' I says. 'Can t go,' I Rays. 1
promised my wife,' I says, 'to be home fop
supper,' I nays.
" 'llow old Is Ann?' he sayn.
" Chestnuts !' I says.
"'Rats!' he nnys, 'you can nee your wife
every night," he says, but you can't see
a show every evening,' he says.
" 'Chase yourself,' I says.
" 'Not much,' he says. 'You're pinched!'
he says.
" 'Well, all right,' I rays, '1 11 go,' I says.
"So we took in the show, and took In
some more when it was over. Closehauled
on the reach, I managed to fetch the she
bang. My wlfo, she nays. 'Where wera
you?' she says.
" 'At the ehow,' 1 says.
" 'You're the show,' she says.
" 'Come off!" I says.
" 'You're a brute!' she says. 'Get out
of my sight!' she says.
" 'Take the "L" road!' I says. Then
she made a dive for the broomstick.
"Now If she went for the gun or the
carving knife, I'd have gone up to bed,
but when she started for the broomstick.
I knew there was something doing. So I
ran downstairs and across to Molloy's.
" 'What's the matter?" he says.
"I'm between a stone fence and a dog's
nose,' I says.
" 'I guess you had better take .je stone
fence,' he says.
-All right.' I sayn.
" 'Better than a broomstick,' I says.
" 'Oh, oh," he says. "I tumble,' Le say a
" 'You've been tharf I say a
" 'You bet,' he sayn.
"Then he gave me the stone fenr", and
after that gin cocktails galore."
This Is no exaggeration it's Just what
he says. He always says "he says" or
"I says" at the end of everything he
nays, except when he says "ahe says."
New York Sun,