Lu Chi, a lad six years old, who lived in the time of Han and in the district of Kinkiang, once met the celebrated general Yüan Shu, who gave him a few oranges. Two of them the lad put in his bosom, and when turning to thank the giver, they fell out on the ground. When the general saw this, he said: “Why does my young friend, who is now a guest, put the fruit away in his bosom?” The youth, bowing, replied: “My mother is very fond of oranges, and I wished, when I returned home, to present them to her.” At this answer Yüan was much astonished. On account of his love for his parent, he would not at first taste the present of fruit, but put into his sleeve to carry home the fragrant and luscious gift. I think that when he saw his mother, her pleasant countenance must have brightened, for the fruit filled his bosom and delighted all who came near him. Lu, although so young, had the true heavenly disposition; even in the small matter of an orange he did not forget his parent’s wishes. Many children are perhaps like this boy, and those who requite their parents for the care bestowed upon them, we hope, are not few. No. XVII _On hearing the Thunder he wept at the Tomb_ In the country of Wei lived Wang P‘ou, a very dutiful child, whose mother, when alive, was much afraid of thunder. After her death her grave was dug in the hilly forest; and whenever it blew and rained furiously, and Wang heard the sound of the chariot of the Thunder-goddess rolling along, he hastened immediately to the grave, and, reverently kneeling, besought her with tears, saying: “I am here, dear mother; do not be alarmed.” And afterwards, whenever he read in _The Book of Odes_ this sentence, “Children should have deep and ardent affection for their parents, who have endured so much anxiety in nourishing them,” the tears flowed abundantly at the recollection of his mother.