He has long since passed this melancholy phase of erotic misery, if so be that the course of his true love did not always run smooth, and is now well on in matrimonial bliss.

The very look of the land is enough to betray the fact.

In Japan the landscape has an air of domesticity about it, patent even to the most casual observer.

Wherever the Japanese has come in contact with the country he has made her unmistakably his own.

He has touched her to caress, not injure, and it seems as if Nature accepted his fondness as a matter of course, and yielded him a wifely submission in return.
His garden is more human, even, than his house.