The royal renown has been handed down from generation to generation. In truth, beyond the goodness of the king, the reward bestowed upon the filial devotion of these two married people is known to every one. Evidently the following is a story told by metropolitans to show up the bumpkins of the provinces: THE PRODIGIOUS EFFECTS OF A LOOKING-GLASS. A young noble of Kiung-sang province was going on a journey to Seoul. Just as he was about to depart, his wife called him. “He! say now, listen to me a little. I have heard the mother of Mr. Kim speak of a very lovely thing which looks like glass and pretty metal. They say that if you look in it you will see a very curious thing. You must bring me one.” “Is it dear or cheap?” asked the husband. “It is not dear,” said she. “It will be necessary to spend some money, but if you heed the matter at all, it will be easy to pay for it.” This is what the husband heard as he set out for the capital. Having finished his business at Seoul he was on the point of returning, having almost lost sight of his wife’s order. At last he recalled it, asked the name of the object in question, and made the purchase of a mirror through one of his friends. In his eagerness to get home he put his wife’s commission in his wallet without even looking at it. When he arrived home, she hastened to take out the mirror. At once she perceived in it a woman. Immediately she began to weep and to berate her husband. “Oh the villain! not only to play himself the vagabond and debauchee but to bring along a concubine! Is it possible? This woman, what is she?” The amazed husband looked in the mirror, and at the side of his wife perceived a man. Unable to contain his wrath which made his face first dark and then blue, he uttered piercing cries. “Is this the conduct for the wife of a noble. You have brought a libertine here,” cried he. He was about to murder his wife, when his old mother hearing the squabble came in to know what it was. At sight of the old woman the quarrel ceased on either side. Pointing at the mirror, the rivals spoke both at once. The weeping daughter-in-law raved about a concubine, the son, even more angry, talked of a paramour. As the couple had never quarrelled before, there was no way of accounting for the mystery. “Do not be vexed,” said she, and looking in the mirror she saw a woman. At once she broke out into a laugh. “Is it because you see the old woman, your neighbor, that you dispute? The widow Pak has come to get some fire,” said she, and she went out to speak to her, but she was not there. Astonished, she called her husband and said to him “There is in the children’s room a very funny thing. You can see in it all kinds of extraordinary things and they are bickering over it. Come and see a little.” The venerable gentleman having entered the room perceived in the mirror an aged man.