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couch peevish and restless, rather afraid to die than desirous to live. His domesticks, for a time, redoubled their assiduities; but finding that no offi. ciousness could sooth, nor exactness satisfy, they soon gave way to negligence and sloth, and he that once commanded nations, often languished in his chamber without an attendant.

In this melancholy state, he commanded messengers to recal his eldest son Abouzaid from the army. Abouzaid was alarmed at the account of his father's sickness, and hasted by long journeys to his place of residence. Morad was yet living, and felt his strength return at the embraces of his son, then commanding him to sit down at his bed-side,

Abouzaid, says he, thy father has no more to “ hope or fear from the inhabitants of the earth, the “ cold hand of the angel of death is now upon him, and the voracious grave is howling for his prey. Hear therefore the precepts of ancient experience; " let not my last instructions issue forth in vain. “ Thou hast seen me happy and calamitous, thou “ hast beheld my exaltation and my fall. My power is in the hands of my enemies, my treasures have rewarded my accusers; but my inheritance the

clemency of the emperor has spared, and my wis“ dom his anger could not take away.

Cast thine eyes round thee, whatever thou beholdest will in

a few hours be thine; apply thine ear to my dic“ tates, and these possessions will promote thy hap

piness. Aspire not to public honours, enter not the palaces of kings; thy wealth will set thee “ above insult, let thy moderation keep thee below envy. Content thyself with private dignity, dif“ fuse thy riches among thy friends, let every day “ extend thy beneficence, and suffer not thy heart to be at rest till thou art loved by all to whom “ thou art known. In the height of my, power, I

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“ said to defamation, Who will hear theeand to so artifice, What canst thou perform? But, my son,

despise not thou the malice of the weakest, re“ member that venom supplies the want of strength, " and that the lion may perish by the puncture of

an asp.”

Morad expired in a few hours. Abouzaid, after the months of mourning, determined to regulate his conduct by his father's precepts, and cultivate the love of mankind by every art of kindness and endearment. He wisely considered, that domestick happiness was first to be secured, and that none have so much power of doing good or hurt, as those who are present in the hour of negligence, hear the bursts of thoughtless merriment, and observe the starts of unguarded passion. He therefore augmented the pay of all his attendants, and requited every exertion of uncommon diligence by supernumerary gratuities. While he congratulated himself upon the fidelity and affection of his family, he was in the night alarmed with robbers, who, being pursued and taken, declared that they had been admitted by one of his servants; the servant immediately confessed that he unbarred the door, because another not more worthy of confidence was entrusted with the keys.

Abouzaid was thus convinced that a dependent could not easily be made a friend; and that while many were soliciting for the first rank of favour, all those would be alienated whom he disappointed. He therefore resolved to associate with a few equal companions, selected from among the chief men of the province. With these he lived happily for a time, till familiarity set them free from restraint, and every man thought himself at liberty to indulge his own caprice and advance his own opinions. They then disturbed each other with contrariety of inclinations and difference of sentiments, and Abouzaid was necessitated to offend one party by concurrence, or both by indifference.

He afterwards determined to avoid a close union with beings so discordant in their nature, and to diffuse himself in a larger circle. He practised the smile of universal courtesy, and invited all to his table, but admitted none to his retirements. Many who had been rejected in his choice of friendship now refused to accept his acquaintance; and of those whom plenty and magnificence drew to his table, every one pressed forward toward intimacy, thought himself overlooked in the crowd, and murmured because he was not distinguished above the rest. By degrees all made advances, and all resented repulse. The table was then covered with delicacies in vain; the musick sounded in empty rooms; and Absuzand was left to form in solitude some new scheme of pleasure or security.

Resolving now to try the force of gratitude, he inquired for men of science, whose merit was obscured by poverty. His house was soon crowded with poets, sculptors, painters, and designers, who wantoned in unexperienced plenty, and employed their powers in celebration of their patron. But in a short time they forgot the distress from which they had been rescued, and began to consider their deliverer as a wretch of narrow capacity, who was growing great by works which he could not perform, and whom they overpaid by condescending to accept his bounties. Abouzuid heard their murmurs and dismissed them, and from that hour continued blind to colours, and deaf to panegyrick.

As the sons of art departed, muttering threats of perpetual infamy, Abouzuid, who stood at the gate, called to him Hamet the poet. Hamet,” said he, " thy ingratitude has put an end to my hopes and “'experiments : I have now learned the vanity of " those labours that wish to be rewarded by human "benevolence; I shall henceforth do good and avoid “ evil, without respect to the opinion of men; and resolve to solicit only the approbation of that

Being whom alone we are sure to please by endeavouring to please him."

No 191. TUESDAY, JAN. 14, 1752.

Cereus in vitium fiecti, monitoribus asper.

The youth
Yielding like wax, th’ impressive folly bears;
Rough to reproof, and slow to future cares.



DEAR MR. RAMBLER, I have been four days confined to my chamber by a cold, which has already kept me from three plays, nine sales, five shows, and six card-tables, and put me seventeen visits behind-hand; and the doctor tells

my mamma, that if I fret and cry, it will settle in my head, and I shall not be fit to be seen these six weeks. But, dear Mr. RAMBLER, how can I help it? At this very time Melissa is dancing with the prettiest gentleman ;-she will breakfast with him to-morrow,

and then run to two auctions, and hear compliments, and have presents; then she will be drest and visit, and get a ticket to the play ; then go to cards and win, and come home with two flambeaus before her chair. Dear Mr. RAMBLER, who can bear it?

My aunt has just brought me a bundle of your papers for my amusement. She says, you are a philosopher, and will teach me to moderate my desires, and look upon the world with indifference. But, dear sir, I do not wish, nor intend to moderate my desires, nor can I think it proper to look upon the world with indifference, till the world looks with indifference on me. I have been forced, however, to sit this morning a whole quarter of an hour with your paper before my face; but just as my aunt came in, Phyllida had brought me a letter from Mr. Trip, which I put within the leaves, and read about absence and inconsoleableness, and ardour, and irresist. able passion, and eternal constancy, while my aunt imagined that I was puzzling myself with your philosophy, and often cried out, when she saw me look confused, “ If there is any word that you do not “ understand, child, I will explain it.”

Dear soul! how old people that think themselves wise may be imposed upon! But it is fit that they should take their turn, for I am sure, while they can keep poor girls close in the nursery, they tyrannise over us in a very shameful manner, and fill our imaginations with tales of terror, only to make us live in quiet subjection, and fancy that we can never be safe but by their protection.

I have a mamma and two aunts, who have all been formerly celebrated for wit and beauty, and are still generally admired by those that value themselves upon their understanding, and love to talk of vice and virtue, nature and simplicity, and beauty and propriety ; but if there was not some hope of meet.

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