A gentleman has nine aims: to see clearly, to understand what he hears, to be warm in manner, dignified in bearing, faithful in speech, painstaking at work, to ask when in doubt, in anger to think of difficulties, in sight of gain to remember right.

Tzu Kung asked: "Can one word cover the whole duty of man?"

The Master replied: "Fellow-feeling, perhaps. Do not do unto others what thou wouldst not they should do unto thee."

THE HOME TOWN OF CONFUCIUS

The province of Shantung is known as the "Holy Land of China," for out of this region have come persons and influences that have shaped the religious life of all China for a period of fully five thousand years. It was in this province that

Confucius was born and died. Mencius also lived in a town only a few miles from the home of Confucius. Many of the sacred books were produced here. The Tung Yoh, also called Tai Shan, the "Greatest Mountain," said to be the most sacred spot in all China, looms up with its beautiful South Gate of Heaven in the midst of this same old Province of Shantung.

Early one morning we started by train on a pilgrimage to the grave of the Great Sage, completing the last six miles of the journey in a wheelbarrow over the roughest of country paths. Just as the morning light was breaking over the fields of green wheat we saw in the distance the walls of Chu Fu, where nearly twenty-five hundred years ago this remarkable teacher tried to point

out the way of wisdom to his dull fellow townsmen. To-day the town is largely under the control of a lineal descendant of Confucius, who traces his relationship back through more than seventy generations. From all accounts, however, the kinship is one merely of physical ties, for the Duke does not seem to observe very strictly the precepts of his great ancestor.

The moment one enters the gate of Chu Fu he literally feels the atmosphere of the distant past. The crumbling walls and the ancient archway silently speak of bygone centuries. The narrow streets, the rough pavements, the decaying shop buildings, are mute witnesses telling the story of another age. The groups of idlers, some of them dozing in the broken-down doorways, add their touch to the scene, while a funeral procession with its noisy mourners following a huge wooden coffin, completes the picture. Down this same street with these same cries more than two thousand years ago they bore China's greatest prophet to his last resting place. The whole impression of antiquity is intensified as one enters the great gate of the burial ground. First he must walk down a long walled lane to another gate, through which he passes into a beautiful grove of ancient cedars planted about the time Columbus discovered America. As the breezes blow through the branches of these trees the melancholy moaning seems almost to shape itself into the song of Ecclesiastes, "Vanity

of vanities, all is vanity." From the grove we continued our walk under another archway and across a stone bridge to the third and last gateway. Here an old man volunteered to guide us to the famous grave. On the way he showed us a decaying stump carefully boxed in with thick walls of brick. This, he said, was the last remains of a tree planted by the disciples of Confucius at the time of his burial! Farther on we passed numerous shrines erected by prominent scholars as memorials to themselves. Then we came to the grave of the grandson of Confucius, and finally to another marked with a plain tablet which tells us that here the "honorable teacher" lies buried. There is nothing elaborate about the tomb. The tablet, an urn, and the mound in the background-this is all; but here lies one of the world's greatest teachers, the founder of a system that has influenced uncounted millions of human beings for seventy-five generations. As we waited meditating on the life and influence of this great man, our old guide brought us a pot of hot tea, for it was now breakfast time. He too traces his ancestry back through the centuries directly to one of Confucius's own

servants.

From the grave we made our way to the great Temple of Confucius, a mile or two distant from the burial ground. This place too is full of interest, for here the old well and the site of the home of the Sage are to be seen. Before the