and saw
his messenger out. On K'ang's making him a present of medicine,
he accepted it with a low bow, saying: 'I do not know; I dare
not taste it.' His stables having been burnt, the Master, on his
return from court, said: 'Is anyone hurt?' He did not ask after
the horses."

Set down in perfect good faith to imply that his concern was for
the sufferings of others, not for his personal loss: and without
perception of the fact that it might imply callousness as to the
suffering of the horses. We are to read the recorder's mind, and
not the Master's, in that omission.--

"When the marquis sent him baked meat, he set his mat straight,
and tasted it first. When the Marquis sent him raw meat, he had
it cooked for sacrifice. When the Marquis sent him a living
beast, he had it reared. When dining in attendance on the
Marquis, the latter made the offering; Confucius ate of things
first. On the Marquis coming to see him in sickness, he turned
his face to the east and had his court dress spread across him,
with the girdle over it. When summoned by the Marquis, he
walked, without waiting for his carriage. On entering the Great
Temple, he asked how each thing was done. When a friend died who
had no home, he said: 'It is for me to bury him.' When a friend
sent a gift, even of a carriage and horses, he did not bow. He
only bowed for sacrificial meat. He would not lie in a bed like
a corpse. At home he unbent.

"On meeting a mourner, were he a friend, his face changed. Even
in every-day clothes, when he met anyone in full dress, or a
blind man, his face grew staid. When he met men in mourning, he
bowed over the cross-bar. Before choice meats he rose with a
changed look. At sharp thunder or fierce wind, his countenance
changed. In mounting his chariot he stood straight and grasped
the cord. When in his chariot, he did not look round, speak
fast, or point."

There you have one side of the outer man; and the most has
been made of it. "Always figuring, always posturing," we
hear. I merely point to the seventy noble generations, the
personality made up of that courtly heredity, whose smallest quite
spontaneous acts and habits seemed to men worth recording, as
showing how the perfect gentleman behaved: a model. Another
side is found in the lover of poetry, the devotee of music, the
man of keen and intense affections. Surely, if a _poseur,_ he
might have posed when bereavement touched him; he might have