Naturally enough, amongst men who had lived in the mystery of ancestral
seclusion, unbroken by any sign or sound from without, there must be
a majority among whom it would be idle to expect an immediate flow of
liberal ideas; they thought as their fathers thought, as their forbears
had thought in the eleventh century, when the veil was drawn over the
holy city and all light shut out till now. Some there were who amazed us
by the way in which they met the new situation. Physically, inbreeding
had done its work. Many of the nobles were puny, pale and anæmic ghosts,
in whom Dr. Willis, a sound observer, found many signs of hereditary
degeneration. Others again, equally bearing the stamp of aristocratic
descent, were strong and well nurtured. Side by side with Daté, the burly
Inkiyō of Uwajima, Higashi Kuzé, the Court noble was not imposing in
stature, but his mind was clear and nimble, and indeed, it was wonderful
to watch the success with which many of these recluses, whose lives had
been spent in the iteration of dull and mentally exhausting ceremonies,
threw themselves into the whirlpool of affairs.
Iwakura, for instance, who afterwards went as Ambassador to Europe,
was one of the most pliant of the new statesmen with whom we came into
contact. The three brothers Saionji, and some others, were born men
of the world. But these men of more advanced views were few and far
between, and amongst the others there can be no doubt that our friends
in preaching toleration had an even more difficult task than that which
lay before Disraeli when he started upon educating his party. Had the
Emperor been a little older his generous spirit would have lightened
their burden. But he was a mere boy, not yet able to make his personal
influence felt. It was not long in coming; for among the heroes of the
days of the restoration none deserve more admiration and respect than
the Emperor Mutsu Hito. Hardly was he freed from the luxurious care
and tender coddling of the women’s quarters than he was forced to take
up his august inheritance at a moment of storm and stress for which the
history of his country—perhaps we might say, of the world—furnishes no
parallel. He faced the ordeal manfully from the very first, and he seems
at once to have recognized the importance of the fact that the days of
Japan’s isolation had come to an end, and that, if the Land of the Gods
was to preserve its dignity, it must be by casting off the old slough of
tradition and prejudice.
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