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will but too often be productive of self. This was the case of Dr. Nathe worst of evils.

Sonnet to Patience.

A suppliant, lo, of Sorrow's sable train To thee, O Patience, forms this humble prayer:

O teach my heart those trials to sustain

dir. He ordered his carriage to stop first at the house of Abud, whom he cordially forgave for not swallowing the emetic, though he was privately of opinion that he had never been well since his refusal. From him he proceeded to pay other visits of ceremony; was then set down at the imperial coffee-house in the Meydan. Here he took a

Which unrelenting Fate dooms it glass of sherbet, and listened with

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great attention to some persons that were settling the disputes betwixt the European powers and some of the Indian princes, which they seemed to do with great facility, and much to their own satisfaction.

When he had collected what he

deemed a quantum sufficit of politics, he ordered his carriage home, entered his house with great good humour, found his dinner excellent, sent his lovely patient her medicines, took his coffee, smoked his pipe with great composure, and retired to rest in that harmony of spirits which success that we attribute to our superior intelligence of mind, or superior skill, is sure to

create.

"May balmy sleep hover over the couch of the benevolent Dr. Nadir."

There is but one way extracted of fortifying the soul against all gloomy presages and terrors of mind; which is by securing to ourselves the friendship and protection of that Being who disposes of events, and governs futurity.

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Toward the conclusion of the ela. borate work from which we have many particulars, we find this exclamation of the sage of Zulpha; which, as appears in the next line, was not efficacious; for, did attend the learned doctor to his though the daughter of Morpheus couch, and in reality went to bed with him, he had scarcely folded the nymph in his arms, when several knocks at his door, loud and violent as if his mansion had been assailed by the ancient battering ram, which is now viewed as an object of curiosity at the gate of the arsenal, obliged him to rise. He threw on his clothes as fast as possible, saying to himself, "Some great omrah, perhaps the sophy, is suddenly taken ill. My fame has reached his ears: he will suffer no one to administer to him except myself. My

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rest is certainly broken; but this is a tax to which exalted genius is, in my profession, liable."

By this time the attendant slaves had reached his chamber. "Who is it that occasions this disturbance?" said Nadir.

"Tamas, the black eunuch with the white beard," returned the slaves.

"Tamas! what, is he at the point of death?”

"At the point of death! no! praise be to Alla! I never was better in my life!" cried Tamas.

"Your lady?"

"I know nothing of her! All that I know is, that the noble Mirza, who seems to vibrate betwixt grief and rage, ordered me and other slaves to fly instantly for you.”

"Ah!" said Nadir," another relapse! Well, I will attend you." A few minutes conveyed the learned doctor into the presence of the omrah Mirza, who darted at him the moment he entered the apartment, and catching him by the throat with one hand, while he pointed at him a dagger with the other, said, "Wretch! pander! execrable miscreant! prepare to expiate my wounded honour! To redress the wrongs of Mirza is impossible! all that can now be done is for him to revenge them!"

Surprise in many cases has been known to extort confession; but none of those were like this of Mirza and Nadir. The latter being armed with that kind of fortitude which arises from conscious innocence, had nothing to fear: he therefore bore this shock with great equanimity. Quick as lightning he caught the armed hand of the omrah; and, while he considered himself as in some degree master of the dagger, he attempted to reason with him but reason and the father of Zulima seemed to have separated. He raved like a maniac; loaded the placid physician with the most opprobrious epithets; and, in conclusion, asked him, "If he did not know one Ismael ?"

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At this instant the omrah extricated his hand, and aimed a blow with the dagger at the physician; which, if he had not had the good fortune to parry, would certainly have put a stop to his future practice.

Nadir now thought that the affair became serious, and called loudly for help. Mirza, in the extremity of rage, once more assailed him. Some slaves, who in the confusion had entered, ranged on the side of their lord; and there is no question but the next blow would have been fatal to the physician, had not Apollo (who had just peeped from his golden chamber, and observing the situation of one of his votaries), sent to his assistance a youth beautiful as Ismael or himself, who rushed betwixt the assailants and the doctor, who now stood like a patient, and catching the hand of the omrah, as it was descending toward the heart of Nadir, exclaimed, in the most terrific accents, "Merciful Alla! must I have the misfortune at my return, to behold, as the first object, my noble father, surrounded by his slaves, attempting to murder a man unarmed!"

The dagger was at this instant "Perfectly well!" replied Nadir, dashed against the ground.

"Omar!" exclaimed Mirza (the youth was on his knees), "when did you arrive?"

"Past the midnight hour!" said Omar, rising. "The officer who guards the postern, to whom I am well known, offered to admit me, and my eagerness to receive the blessing of my father induced me to avail myself of his friendly indulgence. But what do I see? What is the meaning of these emotions? My sister! is she well? If any one has injured the person or family of Mirza, my scymitar is ready to revenge it !"

"Let all the slaves leave the room!" cried Mirza; which order was instantly obeyed. He then continued: "I have, my son, received an injury which absorbs every other sensation, and hinders me even from feeling as I ought the blessing of your return in safety. Every emotion of joy and thankfulness which this indulgence of our prophet ought to excite, is sunk in my bosom, is repressed by reflection upon the horror of the present moment. Behold that man! that apo. thecary! that indigent wretch! whom, in opposition to the faculty of Ispahan, I have made a doctor!"

"What of him?" said Omar. "Every thing that is vile and wicked! Zulima! the lovely Zulima! your sister, was distracted, and he administered to her. I placed the greatest confidence in him, but he abused it. How? you are prepared to ask. Horrid as the accusation is, I will inform you. This caitiff, forgetful of the obligations which he had to me, and in defiance of the decrees of our holy prophet, and the customs of our country, has introduced a man into my haram !"

"Who did this?"exclaimed Nadir, in the utmost astonishment.

"Bold and detestable wretch!" exclaimed Mirza, "thou didst this! Oh, noble Omar! this vile miscreant! (I blush even when I inform my son), this contemner and contaminator of virtue! has introduced to the lovely, but lost and

abandoned, Zulima, a youth of the name of Ismael, the son of a jeweller at Bagnagar, the capital of Golconda, where our army once was stationed!"

"I know the place well," said Omar.

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This," ," cried Nadir, "is too much."

"Too much, villain!" continued Mirza; "it is, indeed, too much! My heart, oh Omar! was suspended by two chords, yourself and sister. One of these is broken; for know, my son! that this Ismael! (what torture shall he not endure !) this wretch is now with Zulima! he has passed the whole night in her apartment!"

"Can this be possible?" said Omar.

"No!" returned Nadir, "it cannot be possible! it is not true! I reverence and honour the noble Mirza! I have for him the most lively sensations of gratitude! sensations which even his violence this night cannot efface! I feel also for my own honour-for the honour of my profession; and I do aver and proclaim, that all he has said of me is false! I have never but once, and then in the ebullition of grief and passion, mentioned to Ismael the name of Zulima, Nay, more, except to him, upon that one interesting occasion, I have never suffered the name of my lovely patient to escape my lips at home; nor have I ever, till this moment, acquainted you, her father, with my suspicions of the source of her disorder, which, from the transactions of this night, I should judge to be a family malady. However, I have, oh Mirza ! but one course to pursue. The idea of Ismael being with Zulima is too absurd and extravagant to deserve an answer. But I must acquaint you, and I am glad that Omar is present to hear me, that although neither so high-born nor rich, I am as tenacious of my honour as any omrah or prince ir Persia; as proud, if exquisite sensibility be pride, as yourself. To-morrow I shall, as far as it is in my power, re

turn the favours I have received from you, and descend into that humble station of life from which I have emerged, and for which, perhaps, my talents only are calculated." "What is the name of the father of Ismael?" said Omar.

"I have never been informed," returned Nadir.

"Lives he in the kingdom of Golconda?"

"At Bagnagar, the capital." "And is this youth now with Zu. lima?"

"Yes!" said Mirza, "he is!" "No!" cried Nadir, "he is not!" "I affirm the charge!" cried the former.

"And I, more jealous of the honour of Zulima than her parent, totally, deny the accusation," said the latter.

"These contradictions," observed Omar, "are only to be reconciled by our having an interview with Zulima. Her father, brother, and physician, are privileged persons, and may enter the haram."

"Let us go instantly!" cried Mirza.

"By no means!" said Nadir: "I know the state of my patient's health, and am fearful that the surprize of seeing her brother, and the shock of the accusation her father seems ready to urge against her, should produce a permanent derangement."

"This is all a subterfuge, my dear Omar!" said Mirza. "This wretch knows his guilt, and only wants to amuse us until the youth escapes

"As little accustomed to subterfuge as yourself, oh Mirza!" said Nadir," while I despise, I retort the accusation. My conduct is, I hope, guided by more exalted motives than you have attributed to it; and I conceive, that the mind which could be influenced by such mean suspicions, must be equally warped and contracted."

"My noble father! and you, oh learned doctor!" cried Omar, "as this is a case capable of being proved by ocular demonstration, here

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let contention cease. The hour will soon arrive when it will be allowable for us to visit the apartments of Zulima. In the mean time we will sit together; because, as I understand we mutually suspect, we shall be a mutual guard upon each other. I take it for granted, that if this Ismael is in the haram he cannot escape."

"No! that I have taken care of, unless he sinks into the earth," said Mirza.

The apartments of Persian women of the higher class are always approached, even by their nearest relations, with deference and respect.

The triumvirate (whom we stated above as determined to pay a visit to the lovely Zulima) could scarcely agree upon the mode in which it should be conducted. Dr. Nadir wished first to feel the pulse of his patient: to this her father (for reasons before stated) strongly objected. Omar, then, had a desire to have some private conversation with her : but to this the learned physician, who conceived himself injured by Mirza's suspicions, would not consent. The father then desired that he might be announced: but this the son and the doctor, who dreaded the effect of his violence upon the tender frame of the invalid, also strongly objected to. At last it was determined that they should all visit her together; and the venerable Tamas was employed to intimate the same.

"We shall soon see that the blushing culprit will either sink to the ground, or into the arms of her paramour," said Mirza.

At this instant they entered the apartment. Zulima, seated on a sofa of white satin, appeared per. fectly composed, until her eyes encountered those of Omar, who had lingered behind. She flew into his arms in an instant, saying, "My dear, dear brother, returned in safety! What a happiness is this! When did you arrive?"

"Since midnight, my lovely Zulima!" replied Omar.

"My father too!" cried Zulima, attempting to take the hand of Mirza. "But why, my lord! do you, for the first time, shrink from my touch, or avert your eyes from me?" "Because," replied Mirza, "they are too honest to look upon vice and disobedience without emotions of disgust, however it may, with respect to the object, be blended with pity."

"This to me!" cried Zulima, "who never, except in my moments of indisposition, have given occasion for the smallest uneasiness! What does my noble father mean? Oh, Omar! Oh, my more than physician, my friend Nadir! why do you all look so strange upon me? Perfectly innocent, even in thought, I cannot bear suspicion! Inform me, while the little reason which I have remains, in what I have erred, and I will love and venerate the monie tor!"

"Lovely, interesting Zulima!" exclaimed Omar, embracing her.

"This must go no further!" cried Nadir: "I will not answer for the sanity of my patient if she is so harassed."

"I value her honour more than her health," said Mirza, sternly: "therefore, Omar, disclose to this vile hypocrite the motive of our visit!"

"One question," added Omar, "will ease all our hearts; Where, my lovely sister! is Ismael? Nay, start not! Where, I repeat, is Is mael?"

"How should she know?" cried Nadir.

"Confederate, or rather principal in her guilt, I command you to be silent!" exclaimed Mirza.

Zulima had in the interim sunk upon the sofa.

"Oh, Alla!" cried Omar, "must I once more to my sister repeat my question?"

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"Silence, wretch !" exclaimed Mirza.

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urge an answer to a question in which, it seems, my honour is implicated, I shall answer it with the same candour and veracity that I have observed through life."

"Ah! it is easily answered!" cried Nadir: "Ismael, I have no doubt, is at my house!"

"You are mistaken!" rejoined Mirza; "for he has not been at home all night!"

"Then," added Nadir, "he has set out for Golconda !"

"You are again mistaken with respect to the person you call Ismael!" continued Zulima with great animation : "that person, oh brother! is in the next room!"

"I knew that!" cried Mirza: "take away this hardened, this impenetrable wretch! this dog! this doctor! this pander to the vices of a disolute child! this villain! who introduced Ismael into the haram!'

"You are mistaken, oh noble father!" exclaimed Zulima, throwing herself betwixt them: "Nadir is as innocent as he is honourable! he knew nothing of my meeting with Ismael!"

"And passing the whole night with him " cried Mirza. "Oh, indignant Alla! What! does all this guilt devolve upon the head of my once darling daughter? But," he continued, catching her by the hair, "I will take instant vengeance !* *"

"Not of my sister alone!" added Omar, interfering: "let me first drag forth her paramour!"

"There is no occasion to drag him forth!" cried Ismael, advancing: "Zulima is innocent! Good Heaven! what do I see? Omar * * *”

Omar had drawn his scymitar, and was advancing, when Ismael fainted in the arms of the doctor. The scymitar dropped from his hand, when Nadir, who had opened his bosom to give him air, exclaimed, " A woman!"

"Fatima!" cried Omar

"Is dead, for what I know to the contrary!" cried the doctor. "Dead!" cried Omar, "impossible !"

"Dead!" said Zulima, running

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