from Medina to Mecca, but I cannot fly from myfelf. How different are the ftates in which I have been placed! the remem brance of both is bitter; for the pleasure of neither can return." Haffan having thus ended his story, fmote his hands together; and looking up. ward, burst into tears. Omar, having waited till his agony was paft, went to him; and taking him by the hand," my fon," faid he, "more is yet in thy power than Almalic could give, or Aububeker take away. The leffon of thy life the prophet has in mercy appointed me to explain. "Thou waft once content with poverty and labour, only because they were become habitual, and cafe and affluence were placed beyond thy hope; for when eafe and affluence approached thee, thou waft content with poverty and labour no more. That which then became the object was also the B & bound bound of thy hope; and he whofe utmost hope is disappointed must inevitably be wretched. If thy fupreme defire had been the delights of Paradife, and thou hadft believed that by the tenor of thy life these delights had been secured, as more could not have been given thee, thou wouldest have more patiently waited for the moment of death. The content which was once enjoyed was but, the lethargy of the foul; and the diftruft which is now fuffered will but quicken it to action. Depart, therefore, and be thankful for all things; put thy trust in Him, who alone can gratify the wish of reason, and fatisfy the foul with good fix thy hope upon that portion, in comparison of which the world is as a drop of the bucket, and the dust of the balance. Return, my fon, to thy labour; thy food fhall be again tasteful, and thy reft fhall be fweet: to thy content will also be added stability, when it depends not upon upon that only which is poffeffed upon earth, but upon that which is expected in heaven." Haffan, upon whose mind the angel of inftruction impreffed the counsel of Omar, haftened to proftrate himself in the temple of the prophet. Peace dawned upon his mind like the radiance of the morning: he returned to his labour with cheerfulness; his devotion became fervent and habitual; and the latter days of Haffan were happier than the first. The tale being ended, Mifs Baldwin, looking up to the face of her tutoress, said, pray madam, what was the reafon of Haffan's fitting on the ground and chewing opium.' Chewing that herb, my love," replied Mrs, Corbett, "is more frequent in Turkey, than the use of tobacco in England, and as by their religion wine is denied them, they frequently intoxicate themfelves with this drug. Sitting on the ground is likewife the custom of the country." "Thank you madam," said the little prattler, "I beg pardon for being fo inquifitive.' You have no reason my dear, for believe me I feel pleasure in your remarks, and fhall always be ready to answer whatever queftions any of you (looking round her,) may propose to me in confequence of the ftories related." Mrs. Corbet now difmiffed her young auditors, though not till they had exhorted a promise from her, of indulging them the next evening; either by recounting, or reading, a tale that she purposed should equally tend to their entertainment and edification. Accordingly at feven o'clock (the time appointed,) the good governess joined her young pupils, whofe little hearts were exhilirated with cheerfulness, at the condefcenfion |