e villagers, and stirred
them up to undertake his defence. I armed a great number of young men,
and heading them, happened to arrive at the time when the two armies
were engaged."

When he had done speaking, the sultan said: "Let us return thanks to God
for having preserved Codadad; but it is requisite that the traitors who
would have destroyed him should perish." "Sir," answered the generous
prince, "though they are wicked and ungrateful, consider they are your
own flesh and blood: they are my brothers; I forgive their offence, and
beg you to pardon them." This generosity drew tears from the sultan, who
caused the people to be assembled, and declared Codadad his heir. He
then ordered the princes, who were prisoners, to be brought out loaded
with irons. Pirouze's son struck off their chains, and embraced them
all successively with as much sincerity and affection as he had done in
the black's castle. The people were charmed with Codadad's generosity,
and loaded him with applause. The surgeon was next nobly rewarded in
requital of the services he had done the princess of Deryabar and the
court of Harran remained thereafter in perfect joy and felicity.

THE STORY OF SINBAD THE VOYAGER

In the reign of the Caliph Haroun-al-Raschid, there lived at Bagdad a
poor porter called Hindbad. One day, when the weather was excessively
hot, he was employed to carry a heavy burden from one end of the town to
the other. Having still a great way to go, he came into a street where a
refreshing breeze blew on his face, and the pavement was sprinkled with
rose water. As he could not desire a better place to rest, he took off
his load, and sat upon it, near a large mansion.

He was much pleased that he stopped in this place; for the agreeable
smell of wood of aloes, and of pastils, that came from the house, mixing
with the scent of the rose-water, completely perfumed the air. Besides,
he heard from within a concert of instrumental music, accompanied with
the harmonious notes of nightingales. This charming melody, and the
smell of savoury dishes, made the porter conclude there was a feast
within. His business seldom leading him that way, he knew not to whom
the mansion belonged; but to satisfy his curiosity he went to some of
the servants, whom he saw standing at the gate in magnificent apparel,
and asked the name of the proprietor. "How," replied one of them, "do
you live in Bagdad, and know not that this is the house of Sinbad the