such beauty as before he had never
seen: she now began to revive; and before her senses returned, she
pressed the prince with an involuntary embrace, which he returned by
straining her closer to his breast, in a tumult of delight, confusion,
and anxiety, which he could scarce sustain. As he still held her in his
arms, and gazed silently upon her, she opened her eyes, and instantly
relinquishing her hold, shrieked out, and threw herself from him. As
there were no women nearer than that wing of the palace in which his
brother resided, and as he had many reasons not to leave her in their
charge; he was in the utmost perplexity what to do. He assured her, in
some hasty and incoherent words, of her security; he told her, that she
was in the royal palace, and that he who had conveyed her thither was
HAMET. The habitual reverence of sovereign power, now surmounted all
other passions in the bosom of ALMEIDA: she was instantly covered with
new confusion; and hiding her face with her hands, threw herself at his
feet: he raised her with a trepidation almost equal to her own, and
endeavoured to sooth her into confidence and tranquillity.

Hitherto her memory had been wholly suspended by violent passions, which
had crowded upon her in a rapid and uninterrupted succession, and the
first gleam of recollection threw her into a new agony; and having been
silent a few moments, she suddenly smote her hands together, and
bursting into tears, cried out, 'Abdallah! my father! my father!'--HAMET
not only knew but felt all the meaning of the exclamation, and
immediately ran again into the garden: he had advanced but a few paces,
before he discerned an old man sitting upon the ground, and looking
upward in silent anguish, as if he had exhausted the power of complaint.
HAMET, upon a nearer approach, perceived by the light of the flame that
it was Abdallah; and instantly calling him by his name, told him, that
his daughter was safe. At the name of his daughter, Abdallah suddenly
started up, as if he had been roused by the voice of an angel from the
sleep of death: HAMET again repeated, that his daughter was in safety;
and Abdallah looking wistfully at him, knew him to be the king. He was
then struck with an awe that restrained him from enquiry: but HAMET
directing him where he might find her, went forward, that he might not
lessen the pleasure of their interview, nor restrain the first
transports of duty and affection by his presence. He soon met