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her grave was dug in the hilly forest; and whenever it blew and rain ed furiously, and Wang heard the sound of the chariot of the goddesș Hohiang rolling and thundering along, immediately he hastened to the grave, and reverently kneeling with tears besought her, saying, " Low is 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.
He wept to the Bamboos, and Shoots sprung up.
Mand Tsung, who lived in the Tsiu dynasty, when young lost his fatlier. His mother was very sick ; and one 'winter's day 'she longed !to taste a soup made of bamboo sprouts, but Măng could not procure any. At last he went into the grove of bamboos, clasped the trees with his hands, and wept bitterly. His fitial affection moved nature, and the ground slowly opened, sending forth several shoots, which he 'thered and carried home. He made a soup with them, of which his "mother ate, and immediately recovered fröm her malady.
He slept on the Ice to procure the Carp.
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DURING the Tsin dynasty lived Wang Tsiang, who early 'lost his -mother, and his stepmother Choo had no affection for him. His father, also, hearing many evil reports against him, in course of time vceased to regard him with kinduess. His mother was in the babit of -eating fresh fish at her meals, 'but winter coming, the ioe bound up the rivers. Wang uhloosed his clothes, and went to sleep on the ice in order to seek them; when suddenly the ice opened of itself, and a brace of carp jumped out, which he took up and carried to his moth- 'er. The villagers hearing of the courrence, 'were surprised, and að- 'mired one whose filial duty had induced such an unusual thing.
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Woo Mang fed the Musketors.
Woo Măng, a lad eight years of age, who lived under the Tsin dy- nasty, was very dutiful to his parents. They were so poor that they 'could not afford to furnish their beds with musketo-curtains; and every summer's night, myriads of musketoes attacked thein unre- strainedly, feasting upon their flesh and blood. Although there were so many, yet Woo would not drive them away; lest they should go to his parents, and annoy them. Such was his affection for his parents!