classics for others to fag at; leave the thousand roads for others to toil in. Beyond this sentence, "O-me-to Fǔh," you need not a single word. Let each seek a retired room, and sweep it clean; place therein an image of Buddha; put incense and pure water, with a lighted lamp before it; whether painted on paper or carved in wood, the figure is just the same as the true Buddha; love it, as your father and mother—venerate it, as your prince and ruler. Morning and evening, worship before it with reverence; on going out, inform it; and, on returning, do the same. Wherever you travel, act as in the presence of Buddha. Whether you eat or drink, offer it up first to Buddha. Raising the eye, or moving the lips, let all be for Buddha. Let not the rosary leave your hands, or O-me-to Fǔh depart from your mouths. Repeat it with a loud voice, and with a low one; in lines of six words, and four words; quickly and slowly; audibly and silently; with clasped hands, and with bended knees; when fingering the rosary, and when walking in the road; when in a crowd, and when alone; whether at home or abroad; whether at leisure or in a bustle; whether sitting or lying; repeat it, even in your dreams. Thus to repeat it will move your feelings, and make your tears to flow; thus to repeat it will inspire the celestial gods with awe, and the terrestrial demons with reverence; thus to repeat it will make heaven rejoice, and the gods be glad. At the sound of Buddha's name, the palace of the king of devils moves and shakes. At the sound of Buddha's name, the wood of swords and the mountain of knives (in hell) will, for you, be beaten as small as dust. At the sound of Buddha's name, hundreds and thousands of miseries will all melt away. At the sound of Buddha's name, the debt of gratitude to parents, princes, superiors, and benefactors, will all be paid. The man who would squeeze out the oil must grind the more forcibly; and the mariner who would stem the swelling tide, must ply the oar more vigorously. If you realize, behind you, the boiling caldron of hell, and, before you, the lotus pools of heaven, though all the world should try to prevent your repeating the name of Buddha, their efforts would be entirely vain."
Such is the heaven of Buddha, and such the way to obtain it. Every morning, after dressing, the devotee is to turn his face to the west, stand upright, clasp his hands, and with a continued sound, say "O-me-to Fǔh."
