The Emperor was K’ang Hsi, whose name you have already heard in connection with the standard dictionary of the Chinese language and other works brought out under his patronage.  A Tartar himself, unaccustomed to the sight of Tartar women struggling in such fetters, he had no sympathy with the custom; but against the Chinese people, banded together to safeguard their liberty of action in a purely domestic matter, he was quite unable to prevail.

Within the last few weeks another edict has gone forth, directed against the practice of foot-binding.  Let us hope it will have a better fate.

Many years ago the prefect of T’ai-wan Fu said to me, in the course of an informal conversation after a friendly dinner, “Do you foreigners fear the inner ones?”—­and on my asking what was meant, he told me that a great many Chinese stood in absolute awe of their wives. “He does,” added the prefect, pointing to the district magistrate, a rather truculent-looking individual, who was at the dinner-party; and the other guests went into a roar of laughter.

The general statement by the prefect is borne out by the fact that the “henpecked husband” is constantly held up to ridicule in humorous literature, which would be quite impossible if there were no foundation of fact.

I have translated one of these stories, trivial enough in itself, but, like the proverbial straw, well adapted for showing which way the wind blows.  Here it is:—­

Ten henpecked husbands agreed to form themselves into a society for resisting the oppression of their wives.  At the first meeting they were sitting talking over their pipes, when suddenly the ten wives, who had got wind of the movement, appeared on the scene.

There was a general stampede, and nine of the husbands incontinently bolted through another door, only one remaining unmoved to face the music.  The ladies merely smiled contemptuously at the success of their raid, and went away.

The nine husbands them all agreed that the bold tenth man, who had not run away, should be at once appointed their president; but on coming to offer him the post, they found that he had died of fright!

To judge by the following story, the Chinese woman’s patience is sometimes put to a severe test.

A scholar of old was so absent-minded, that on one occasion, when he was changing houses, he forgot to take his wife.  This was reported to Confucius as a most unworthy act.  “Nay,” replied the Master, “it is indeed bad to forget one’s wife; but ’tis worse to forget one’s self!”

Points of this kind are, no doubt, trivial, as I have said above, and may be regarded by many even as flippant; but the fact is that a successful study of the Chinese people cannot possibly be confined to their classics and higher literature, and to the problem of their origin and subsequent development where we now find them.  It must embrace the lesser, not to say meaner, details of their everyday life, if we are ever to pierce the mystery which still to a great extent surrounds them.