<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page235" id="page235"></SPAN></span>
<h3>SERMON I</h3>
<h4>(THE SERMONS OF KIU-Ô, VOL. I)</h4>
<p>Môshi<SPAN id="footnotetag87"
name="footnotetag87"></SPAN><SPAN href="#footnote87"><sup>87</sup></SPAN>
says, "Benevolence is the heart of man; righteousness is the
path of man. How lamentable a thing is it to leave the path
and go astray, to cast away the heart and not know where to
seek for it!"</p>
<p>The text is taken from the first chapter of Kôshi (the
commentator), on Môshi.</p>
<p>Now this quality, which we call benevolence, has been the
subject of commentaries by many teachers; but as these
commentaries have been difficult of comprehension, they are too
hard to enter the ears of women and children. It is of this
benevolence that, using examples and illustrations, I propose
to treat.</p>
<p>A long time ago, there lived at Kiôto a great
physician, called Imaôji—I forget his other name:
he was a very famous man. Once upon a time, a man from a place
called Kuramaguchi advertised for sale a medicine which he had
compounded against the cholera, and got Imaôji to write a
puff for him. Imaôji, instead of calling the medicine in
the puff a specific against the cholera, misspelt the word
cholera so as to make it simpler. When the man who had employed
him went and taxed him with this, and asked him why he had done
so, he answered, with a smile—</p>
<p>"As Kuramaguchi is an approach to the capital from the
country, the passers-by are but poor peasants and woodmen from
the hills: if I had written 'cholera' at length, they would
have been puzzled by it; so I wrote it in a simple way, that
should pass current with every one. Truth itself loses its
value if people don't understand it. What does it signify how I
spelt the word cholera, so long as the efficacy of the medicine
is unimpaired?"</p>
<p>Now, was not that delightful? In the same way the doctrines
of the sages are mere gibberish to women and children who
cannot understand them. Now, my sermons are not written for the
learned: I address myself to farmers and tradesmen, who, hard
pressed by their daily business, have no time for study, with
the wish to make known to them the teachings of the sages; and,
carrying out the ideas of my teacher, I will make my meaning
pretty plain, by bringing forward examples and quaint stories.
Thus, by blending together the doctrines of the Shintô,
Buddhist, <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page236" id="page236"></SPAN></span> and other schools, we shall
arrive at something near the true principle of things. Now,
positively, you must not laugh if I introduce a light story
now and then. Levity is not my object: I only want to put
things in a plain and easy manner.</p>
<p>Well, then, the quality which we call benevolence is, in
fact, a perfection; and it is this perfection which Môshi
spoke of as the heart of man. With this perfect heart, men, by
serving their parents, attain to filial piety; by serving their
masters they attain to fidelity; and if they treat their wives,
their brethren, and their friends in the same spirit, then the
principles of the five relations of life will harmonize without
difficulty. As for putting perfection into practice, parents
have the special duties of parents; children have the special
duties of children; husbands have the special duties of
husbands; wives have the special duties of wives. It is when
all these special duties are performed without a fault that
true benevolence is reached; and that again is the true heart
of man.</p>
<p>For example, take this fan: any one who sees it knows it to
be a fan; and, knowing it to be a fan, no one would think of
using it to blow his nose in. The special use of a fan is for
visits of ceremony; or else it is opened in order to raise a
cooling breeze: it serves no other purpose. In the same way,
this reading-desk will not do as a substitute for a shelf;
again, it will not do instead of a pillow: so you see that a
reading-desk also has its special functions, for which you must
use it. So, if you look at your parents in the light of your
parents, and treat them with filial piety, that is the special
duty of children; that is true benevolence; that is the heart
of man. Now although you may think that, when I speak in this
way, I am speaking of others, and not of yourselves, believe me
that the heart of every one of you is by nature pure
benevolence. I am just taking down your hearts as a shopman
does goods from his shelves, and pointing out the good and bad
qualities of each; but if you will not lay what I say to your
own accounts, but persist in thinking that it is all anybody's
business but yours, all my labour will be lost.</p>
<p>Listen! You who answer your parents rudely, and cause them
to weep; you who bring grief and trouble on your masters; you
who cause your husbands to fly into passions; you who cause
your wives to mourn; you who hate your younger brothers, and
treat your elder brothers with contempt; you who sow sorrow
broadcast over the world;—what are you doing but blowing
your noses in fans, and using reading-desks as pillows? I don't
mean to say that there are any such persons here; still there
are plenty of them to be found—say in the back streets in
India, for instance. Be so good as to mind what I have
said.</p>
<p>Consider, carefully, if a man is born with a naturally bad
disposition, what a dreadful thing that is! Happily, you and I
were born with perfect hearts, which we would not change for a
thousand—no, not for ten thousand pieces of gold: is not
this something to be thankful
for?</p>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page237" id="page237"></SPAN></span>
<p>This perfect heart is called in my discourses, "the original
heart of man." It is true that benevolence is also called the
original heart of man; still there is a slight difference
between the two. However, as the inquiry into this difference
would be tedious, it is sufficient for you to look upon this
original heart of man as a perfect thing, and you will fall
into no error. It is true that I have not the honour of the
personal acquaintance of every one of you who are present:
still I know that your hearts are perfect. The proof of this,
that if you say that which you ought not to say, or do that
which you ought not to do, your hearts within you are, in some
mysterious way, immediately conscious of wrong. When the man
that has a perfect heart does that which is imperfect, it is
because his heart has become warped and turned to evil. This
law holds good for all mankind. What says the old
song?—"When the roaring waterfall is shivered by the
night-storm, the moonlight is reflected in each scattered
drop."<SPAN id="footnotetag88"
name="footnotetag88"></SPAN><SPAN href="#footnote88"><sup>88</sup></SPAN>
Although there is but one moon, she suffices to illuminate
each little scattered drop. Wonderful are the laws of
Heaven! So the principle of benevolence, which is but one,
illumines all the particles that make up mankind. Well,
then, the perfection of the human heart can be calculated to
a nicety, So, if we follow the impulses of our perfect heart
in whatever we undertake, we shall perform our special
duties, and filial piety and fidelity will come to us
spontaneously. You see the doctrines of this school of
philosophy are quickly learnt. If you once thoroughly
understand this, there will be no difference between your
conduct and that of a man who has studied a hundred years.
Therefore I pray you to follow the impulses of your natural
heart; place it before you as a teacher, and study its
precepts. Your heart is a convenient teacher to employ too:
for there is no question of paying fees; and no need to go
out in the heat of summer, or the cold of winter, to pay
visits of ceremony to your master to inquire after his
health. What admirable teaching this is, by means of which
you can learn filial piety and fidelity so easily! Still,
suspicions are apt to arise in men's minds about things that
are seen to be acquired too cheaply; but here you can buy a
good thing cheap, and spare yourselves the vexation of
having paid an extravagant price for it. I repeat, follow
the impulses of your hearts with all your might. In the
<i>Chin-yo</i>, the second of the books of Confucius, it is
certified beyond a doubt that the impulses of nature are the
true path to follow; therefore you may set to work in this
direction with your minds at ease.</p>
<p>Righteousness, then, is the true path, and righteousness is
the avoidance of all that is imperfect. If a man avoids that
which is imperfect, there is no need to point out how dearly he
will be beloved by all his fellows. Hence it is that the
ancients have defined righteousness as that which ought to
be—that which is fitting. If a man be a retainer, it is
good that he should <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page238" id="page238"></SPAN></span> perform his service to his
lord with all his might. If a woman be married, it is good
that she should treat her parents-in-law with filial piety,
and her husband with reverence. For the rest, whatever is
good, that is righteousness and the true path of man.</p>
<p>The duty of man has been compared by the wise men of old to
a high road. If you want to go to Yedo or to Nagasaki, if you
want to go out to the front of the house or to the back of the
house, if you wish to go into the next room or into some closet
or other, there is a right road to each of these places: if you
do not follow the right road, scrambling over the roofs of
houses and through ditches, crossing mountains and desert
places, you will be utterly lost and bewildered. In the same
way, if a man does that which is not good, he is going astray
from the high road. Filial piety in children, virtue in wives,
truth among friends—but why enumerate all these things,
which are patent?—all these are the right road, and good;
but to grieve parents, to anger husbands, to hate and to breed
hatred in others, these are all bad things, these are all the
wrong road. To follow these is to plunge into rivers, to run on
to thorns, to jump into ditches, and brings thousands upon ten
thousands of disasters. It is true that, if we do not pay great
attention, we shall not be able to follow the right road.
Fortunately, we have heard by tradition the words of the
learned Nakazawa Dôni: I will tell you about that, all in
good time.</p>
<p>It happened that, once, the learned Nakazawa went to preach
at Ikéda, in the province of Sesshiu, and lodged with a
rich family of the lower class. The master of the house, who
was particularly fond of sermons, entertained the preacher
hospitably, and summoned his daughter, a girl some fourteen or
fifteen years old, to wait upon him at dinner. This young lady
was not only extremely pretty, but also had charming manners;
so she arranged bouquets of flowers, and made tea, and played
upon the harp, and laid herself out to please the learned man
by singing songs. The preacher thanked her parents for all
this, and said—</p>
<p>"Really, it must be a very difficult thing to educate a
young lady up to such a pitch as this."</p>
<p>The parents, carried away by their feelings,
replied—</p>
<p>"Yes; when she is married, she will hardly bring shame upon
her husband's family. Besides what she did just now, she can
weave garlands of flowers round torches, and we had her taught
to paint a little;" and as they began to show a little conceit,
the preacher said—</p>
<p>"I am sure this is something quite out of the common run. Of
course she knows how to rub the shoulders and loins, and has
learnt the art of shampooing?"</p>
<p>The master of the house bristled up at this and
answered—</p>
<p>"I may be very poor, but I've not fallen so low as to let my
daughter learn shampooing."</p>
<p>The learned man, smiling, replied, "I think you are making a
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page239" id="page239"></SPAN></span> mistake when you put
yourself in a rage. No matter whether her family be rich or
poor, when a woman is performing her duties in her husband's
house, she must look upon her husband's parents as her own.
If her honoured father-in-law or mother-in-law fall ill, her
being able to plait flowers and paint pictures and make tea
will be of no use in the sick-room. To shampoo her
parents-in-law, and nurse them affectionately, without
employing either shampooer or servant-maid, is the right
path of a daughter-in-law. Do you mean to say that your
daughter has not yet learnt shampooing, an art which is
essential to her following the right path of a wife? That is
what I meant to ask just now. So useful a study is very
important."</p>
<p>At this the master of the house was ashamed, and blushing
made many apologies, as I have heard. Certainly, the harp and
guitar are very good things in their way; but to attend to
nursing their parents is the right road of children. Lay this
story to heart, and consider attentively where the right road
lies. People who live near haunts of pleasure become at last so
fond of pleasure, that they teach their daughters nothing but
how to play on the harp and guitar, and train them up in the
manners and ways of singing-girls, but teach them next to
nothing of their duties as daughters; and then very often they
escape from their parents' watchfulness, and elope. Nor is this
the fault of the girls themselves, but the fault of the
education which they have received from their parents. I do not
mean to say that the harp and guitar, and songs and dramas, are
useless things. If you consider them attentively, all our songs
incite to virtue and condemn vice. In the song called "The Four
Sleeves," for instance, there is the passage, "If people knew
beforehand all the misery that it brings, there would be less
going out with young ladies, to look at the flowers at night."
Please give your attention to this piece of poetry. This is the
meaning of it:—When a young man and a young lady set up a
flirtation without the consent of their parents, they think
that it will all be very delightful, and find themselves very
much deceived. If they knew what a sad and cruel world this is,
they would not act as they do. The quotation is from a song of
remorse. This sort of thing but too often happens in the
world.</p>
<p>When a man marries a wife, he thinks how happy he will be,
and how pleasant it will be keeping house on his own account;
but, before the bottom of the family kettle has been scorched
black, he will be like a man learning to swim in a field, with
his ideas all turned topsy-turvy, and, contrary to all his
expectations, he will find the pleasures of housekeeping to be
all a delusion. Look at that woman there. Haunted by her cares,
she takes no heed of her hair, nor of her personal appearance.
With her head all untidy, her apron tied round her as a girdle,
with a baby twisted into the bosom of her dress, she carries
some wretched bean sauce which she has been out to buy. What
sort of creature is this? This all comes of not listening to
the warnings <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page240" id="page240"></SPAN></span> of parents, and of not
waiting for the proper time, but rushing suddenly into
housekeeping. And who is to blame in the matter? Passion,
which does not pause to reflect. A child of five or six
years will never think of learning to play the guitar for
its own pleasure. What a ten-million times miserable thing
it is, when parents, making their little girls hug a great
guitar, listen with pleasure to the poor little things
playing on instruments big enough for them to climb upon,
and squeaking out songs in their shrill treble voices! Now I
must beg you to listen to me carefully. If you get confused
and don't keep a sharp look-out, your children, brought up
upon harp and guitar playing, will be abandoning their
parents, and running away secretly. Depend upon it, from all
that is licentious and meretricious something monstrous will
come forth. The poet who wrote the "Four Sleeves" regarded
it as the right path of instruction to convey a warning
against vice. But the theatre and dramas and fashionable
songs, if the moral that they convey is missed, are a very
great mistake. Although you may think it very right and
proper that a young lady should practise nothing but the
harp and guitar until her marriage, I tell you that it is
not so; for if she misses the moral of her songs and music,
there is the danger of her falling in love with some man and
eloping. While on this subject, I have an amusing story to
tell you.</p>
<p>Once upon a time, a frog, who lived at Kiôto, had long
been desirous of going to see Osaka. One spring, having made up
his mind, he started off to see Osaka and all its famous
places. By a series of hops on all-fours he reached a temple
opposite Nishi-no-oka, and thence by the western road he
arrived at Yamazaki, and began to ascend the mountain called
Tenôzan. Now it so happened that a frog from Osaka had
determined to visit Kiôto, and had also ascended
Tenôzan; and on the summit the two frogs met, made
acquaintance, and told one another their intentions. So they
began to complain about all the trouble they had gone through,
and had only arrived half-way after all: if they went on to
Osaka and Kiôto, their legs and loins would certainly not
hold out. Here was the famous mountain of Tenôzan, from
the top of which the whole of Kiôto and Osaka could be
seen: if they stood on tiptoe and stretched their backs, and
looked at the view, they would save themselves from stiff legs.
Having come to this conclusion, they both stood up on tiptoe,
and looked about them; when the Kiôto frog
said—</p>
<p>"Really, looking at the famous places of Osaka, which I have
heard so much about, they don't seem to me to differ a bit from
Kiôto. Instead of giving myself any further trouble to go
on, I shall just return home."</p>
<p>The Osaka frog, blinking with his eyes, said, with a
contemptuous smile, "Well, I have heard a great deal of talk
about this Kiôto being as beautiful as the flowers, but
it is just Osaka over again. We had better go home."</p>
<p>And so the two frogs, politely bowing to one another, hopped
off home with an important
swagger.</p>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page241" id="page241"></SPAN></span>
<p>Now, although this is a very funny little story, you will
not understand the drift of it at once. The frogs thought that
they were looking in front of them; but as, when they stood up,
their eyes were in the back of their heads, each was looking at
his native place, all the while that he believed himself to be
looking at the place he wished to go to. The frogs stared to
any amount, it is true; but then they did not take care that
the object looked at was the right object, and so it was that
they fell into error. Please, listen attentively. A certain
poet says—</p>
<p>"Wonderful are the frogs! Though they go on all-fours in an
attitude of humility, their eyes are always turned ambitiously
upwards."</p>
<p>A delightful poem! Men, although they say with their mouths,
"Yes, yes, your wishes shall be obeyed,—certainly,
certainly, you are perfectly right," are like frogs, with their
eyes turned upwards. Vain fools! meddlers ready to undertake
any job, however much above their powers! This is what is
called in the text, "casting away your heart, and not knowing
where to seek for it." Although these men profess to undertake
any earthly thing, when it comes to the point, leave them to
themselves, and they are unequal to the task; and if you tell
them this, they answer—</p>
<p>"By the labour of our own bodies we earn our money; and the
food of our mouths is of our own getting. We are under
obligation to no man. If we did not depend upon ourselves, how
could we live in the world?"</p>
<p>There are plenty of people who use these words,
<i>myself</i> and <i>my own</i>, thoughtlessly and at random.
How false is this belief that they profess! If there were no
system of government by superiors, but an anarchy, these
people, who vaunt themselves and their own powers, would not
stand for a day. In the old days, at the time of the war at
Ichi-no-tani, Minamoto no
Yoshitsuné<SPAN id="footnotetag89"
name="footnotetag89"></SPAN><SPAN href="#footnote89"><sup>89</sup></SPAN>
left Mikusa, in the province of Tamba, and attacked Settsu.
Overtaken by the night among the mountains, he knew not what
road to follow; so he sent for his retainer, Benkei, of the
Temple called Musashi, and told him to light the big torches
which they had agreed upon. Benkei received his orders and
transmitted them to the troops, who immediately dispersed
through all the valleys, and set fire to the houses of the
inhabitants, so that one and all blazed up, and, thanks to
the light of this fire, they reached Ichi-no-tani, as the
story goes. If you think attentively, you will see the
allusion. Those who boast about <i>my</i> warehouse,
<i>my</i> house, <i>my</i> farm, <i>my</i> daughter,
<i>my</i> wife, hawking about this "<i>my</i>" of theirs
like pedlers, let there once come trouble and war in the
world, and, for all their vain-gloriousness, they will be as
helpless as turtles. Let them be thankful that peace is
established throughout the world. The humane Government
reaches to every frontier: the officials of every department
keep watch <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page242" id="page242"></SPAN></span> night and day. When a man
sleeps under his roof at night, how can he say that it is
thanks to himself that he stretches his limbs in slumber?
You go your rounds to see whether the shutters are closed
and the front door fast, and, having taken every precaution,
you lay yourself down to rest in peace: and what a
precaution after all! A board, four-tenths of an inch thick,
planed down front and rear until it is only two-tenths of an
inch thick. A fine precaution, in very truth!—a
precaution which may be blown down with a breath. Do you
suppose such a thing as that would frighten a thief from
breaking in? This is the state of the case. Here are men
who, by the benevolence and virtue of their rulers, live in
a delightful world, and yet, forgetting the mysterious
providence that watches over them, keep on singing their own
praises. Selfish egotists!</p>
<p>"My property amounts to five thousand ounces of silver. I
may sleep with my eyes turned up, and eat and take my pleasure,
if I live for five hundred or for seven hundred years. I have
five warehouses and twenty-five houses. I hold other people's
bills for fifteen hundred ounces of silver." So he dances a
fling<SPAN id="footnotetag90"
name="footnotetag90"></SPAN><SPAN href="#footnote90"><sup>90</sup></SPAN>
for joy, and has no fear lest poverty should come upon him
for fifty or a hundred years. Minds like frogs, with eyes in
the middle of their backs! Foolhardy thoughts! A trusty
castle of defence indeed! How little can it be depended
upon! And when such men are sleeping quietly, how can they
tell that they may not be turned into those big torches we
were talking about just now, or that a great earthquake will
not be upheaved? These are the chances of this fitful world.
With regard to the danger of too great reliance, I have a
little tale to tell you. Be so good as to wake up from your
drowsiness, and listen attentively.</p>
<p>There is a certain powerful shell-fish, called the
Sazayé, with a very strong operculum. Now this creature,
if it hears that there is any danger astir, shuts up its shell
from within, with a loud noise, and thinks itself perfectly
safe. One day a Tai and another fish, lost in envy at this,
said—</p>
<p>"What a strong castle this is of yours, Mr. Sazayé!
When you shut up your lid from within, nobody can so much as
point a finger at you. A capital figure you make, sir."</p>
<p>When he heard this, the Sazayé, stroking his beard,
replied—</p>
<p>"Well, gentlemen, although you are so good as to say so,
it's nothing to boast of in the way of safety; yet I must admit
that, when I shut myself up thus, I do not feel much
anxiety."</p>
<p>And as he was speaking thus, with the pride that apes
humility, there came the noise of a great splash; and the
shell-fish, shutting up his lid as quickly as possible, kept
quite still, and thought to himself, what in the world the
noise could be. Could it be a net? Could it be a fish-hook?
What a bore it was, always having to keep such a sharp
look-out! Were the Tai and the other fish caught, he wondered;
and he felt quite anxious about them: however, at any rate, he
was safe. And so the time
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page243" id="page243"></SPAN></span> passed; and when he thought
all was safe, he stealthily opened his shell, and slipped
out his head and looked all round him, and there seemed to
be something wrong—something with which he was not
familiar. As he looked a little more carefully, lo and
behold there he was in a fishmonger's shop, and with a card
marked "sixteen cash" on his back.</p>
<p>Isn't that a funny story? And so, at one fell swoop, all
your boasted wealth of houses and warehouses, and cleverness
and talent, and rank and power, are taken away. Poor
shell-fish! I think there are some people not unlike them to be
found in China and India. How little self is to be depended
upon! There is a moral poem which says, "It is easier to ascend
to the cloudy heaven without a ladder than to depend entirely
on oneself." This is what is meant by the text, "If a man casts
his heart from him, he knows not where to seek for it." Think
twice upon everything that you do. To take no care for the
examination of that which relates to yourself, but to look only
at that which concerns others, is to cast your heart from you.
Casting your heart from you does not mean that your heart
actually leaves you: what is meant is, that you do not examine
your own conscience. Nor must you think that what I have said
upon this point of self-confidences applies only to wealth and
riches. To rely on your talents, to rely on the services you
have rendered, to rely on your cleverness, to rely on your
judgment, to rely on your strength, to rely on your rank, and
to think yourself secure in the possession of these, is to
place yourselves in the same category with the shell-fish in
the story. In all things examine your own consciences: the
examination of your own hearts is above all things
essential.</p>
<p>(The preacher leaves his
place.)</p>
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