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bia ; I possessed all his wealth ; receive now my thanks, said I, O prophet; Morat, is happy! Then counted I my treasures, and rejoiced in the multitude of my riches ; but soon :iny heart grew anxious; sleep, was bạnished from my eyes ; ( feared the
oss of riches ; I treinbled for my life: If the bashaw of Bagdat knows of thy treasures, he will destroy thee Morat. Fear came upon me, when I purchased rich stuffs, or slaves ; or even when I refreshed myself with the food which sustaineth life. He said to me, as I walked forth to taste the breeze of the evening—“Morat, thy friend, is in distress ; thou art rich; wilt thou not lend thy aid to save him?" With the speed of the hart of the forest, I hastened home.; I said to myself, “ He knows then of my riches, how am I betrayed ? I suffered my friend to perish, because my heart failed-on account of my treasure." While thus I passed my evil day, it chanced one morning, I cast my eyes on the daughter of a.mussulman; she was beautiful as the full moon; charming as one of the Houri's-It was Fatima, the daughter of Hassan ; I hurned for her-“She shall become my wife,” said I ;.“ Hassan will think himself happy, to give her to Morat;" but then my countenance fell, when I considered my treasures. “Will not her father discover them,” said I to myself, “ to the bashaw of Bagdat. Oh, miserable Morat !” and even whilst I-spoke, came a messenger from the bashaw; he soon followed in person ; to him, I was obliged to give half of my treasures, to preserve the rest ;. for the darkness that sat on my brow, and the fears of my own heart had betrayed me, while those, which I helped not, agreed together against me. Seven days, and seven nights, I took no rest, nor did the food of life enter my lips ; yet, at last, I suffered myself to be comforted. “ Now, the bashaw,” said I, “ is satisfied, I have no inore to fear from Hassan ; I will go and demand of him his daughter."
Me received me with smiles and commanded the damsel to be brought forth She came, arrayed in shining robes, and dressed like the maidens of the east :66 Morat, demandeth thee in marriage, said her father, “ Art thou willing to be his? Is the desire of thy heart toward him !" The horrors of despair seized my heart, when she answered, "O, my father, give me not to Morat ?" “ Why, wilt not thou, beautiful maiden, become the wife of the son of Massaoud ?” said I, with a faultering and broken voice; " I love thee, Oh most charming of women ! I have houses, gardens, slaves, and all man. ner of treasures--I have wealth and power.".
" True, son of Massaoud,” said she ; - but thou hast not wisdom, nor the heart to use them." Then she vanished from my sight, as the morning dew vanishes before the rising sun. Hassan would not recal her; her words sunk deep into my mind; and at evening-prayer, I besought Mahomet, to give me wisdom and virtue, and. to take, if it so pleased him, those trea sures, which I knew not how to employ, and that power, which I might be tempted. to abuse : then it pleased Heaven, to hearken to my prayer, to grant me more than I required, for I found myself enLightened with wisdom; yet riches still were mine : but now, I no longer feared for them in my heart; I comforted my friends; I became a father to the distressed. . When Hassan heard these things, he suddenly stood before me, and lifting up his voice said, “ Praised be the Highest, and Mahomet, his prophet, that Morat is at last restored to himself. Heaven! (cried he,) has given thee wisdom and virtue ; behold, I give thee Fatima; live long, and bappy, and teach those lessons to thy children, which thou hast suffered for thy ige norance ?” Thus was I blessed for Fatima, and peace and plenty, have attended on my steps, while Morat, the good-Morat, the happy, has echoed from the rising to the setting of the sun. The angel of death comes now, not unlooked for, to waft me. to the gardens of Paradise-Do thou, son of Morat, and Fatima, imitate the virtues of thy mother ; follow the dying precepts of thy dying father ; use thy riches well, and Heaven will add to them, the gifts of wise dom, and of virtue..
Anecdote of Louis the Fourteenth.
" Louis the Fourteenth, however reprehensible for the fatal consequences of his mad ambition, united, with the most disa tinguished urbanity of manners a considerable share of real good nature The fola lowing anecdote affords a-striking instance of a polished and humane mind.
This Monarch was one day entertaining a select party of his courtiers, with the relation of a circumstance which he announced- as extremely laughable ; but, on: the entrance of Prince Armagnac, he sup. pressed a fine repartee,, which cunstituted,