I. William Adams, Shibusawa; or, The passing of old Japan
“ My Shibusawa, my love, my light! In you life still has hope. Death shall meet its reward. Think of me a little, do not judge me harshly, let me live as my heart tells me, and I shall die happy. The troubles of the earth will be as the joys of heaven, and you shall be the hand that guides me, saves meoh, I love you so! I cannot live except for you, I shall not die without you. ”
