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ABAD AND ADA.

A lost leaf from the Arabian Nights.

(For the Mirror.)

In the days of Caliph Haroun Alraschid, the neighbourhood of Bagdad was infested by a clan of banditti, known by the name of the “Ranger Band.”  Their rendezvous was known to be the forests and mountains; but their immediate retreat was a mystery time had not divulged.

That they were valiant, the intrepidity with which they attacked in the glare of noonday would demonstrate; that they were numerous, the many robberies carried on in the different parts of the Caliph’s dominions would indicate; and that they were bloody, their invariable practice of killing their victim before they plundered him would argue.  They had sworn by their Prophet never to betray one another, and by the Angel of Death to shed their blood in each other’s defence.  No wonder, then, that they were so difficult to be captured; and when taken, no tortures or promises of reward could extract from them any information as to the retreat of their comrades.

One day, as Giafar, the Vizier, and favourite of the Caliph, was walking alone in a public garden of the city, a stranger appeared, who, after prostrating himself before the second man in the empire, addressed him in these words:  “High and mighty Vizier of Alraschid, Lord of the realms of Alla upon earth, whose delegate and vicegerent he is, hear the humblest of the sons of men—­Vizier, hear me!”

“Speak, son,” said the Vizier, “I am patient.”

“And,” continued the stranger, “what I have to communicate, be pleased to transmit to our gracious and well-beloved Caliph.”

“Let me hear thy suit—­it may be in my power to assist you,” replied the Vizier.

“The beauteous Ada is in the clutches of ruffians,” responded the stranger; “and”—­

“Well,” said the Vizier, “proceed.”

“To be brief, the forest bandit snatched her from my arms—­we were betrothed.  I have applied to a mighty enchanter, the Genius of the Dale, who tells me she is still living, and in the cavern of the bandit—­that her beauty and innocence melted the hearts of robbers, and that were they not afraid of their haunt being discovered, they would have restored her to liberty; but where that cavern is was beyond his power to tell.  However, he has informed me how I may demand and obtain the assistance of a much more powerful enchanter than himself; but that genius being the help of Muloch, the Spirit of the Mountain, I need the aid of the Caliph himself.  May it please the highness of mighty Giafar to bend before the majesty of the Sovereign of the East, and supplicate in behalf of thy servant Abad.”

“How,” said the Vizier, “can the Caliph be of service to thee?”

“It is requisite,” replied the stranger, “that my hand be stained with the blood of the Caliph, before I summon this most mighty fiend!”—­