Yokohama, Japan,

July 3d, 1873.

I wrote a letter to you on the ocean, and as it is not yet sealed, I add this by way of postscript. We arrived here safe and sound on the morning of the 30th, having been over 24 days on the water. We were not prepared to make immediate connection with the Shanghai line of steamers, and hence will be detained here until the 11th.

I found this part of Japan almost an Eden for beauty. Everything is green, and the foliage is intensely rank and luxuriant. Of course there is hardly anything but what seems new and strange, except the dogs and musketoes. The dogs look just like American dogs, and bark like them, and the musketoes both look, "bark," and bite like American musketoes. We could not sleep without curtains or "bars" around our beds. Last night I was serenaded by I suppose 500 little wretches, who were lured into the room by the smell of human blood, I suppose, and who danced and sung around my bed for hours in their efforts to find an opening through the bars. They reminded me of a herd of hungry pigs outside of a potato patch.

The Presbyterians are doing a good Missionary work here. Last night I attended an interesting prayer-meeting, which was broken up by an earthquake. It was a very powerful shock, the house rocking to and fro just like a leaf in a gentle summer breeze. Shocks are quite frequent here.

I would have quite a fund of information to interest you, but you will probably hear from me through the Advocate. I send you a leaf and a blade of grass, which may be of some curiosity to you because they grew in Japan. Also a piece of Japanese paper money, valued at 6 1/4 cts. It is called a "quarter bu." One bu = 25 cts.