As the sultan, some time after his accession, was one day amusing himself in the chase, he saw a venerable Arab, accompanied by his daughter, travelling on horseback.  By accident the young female’s veil being blown aside, displayed such beauty to the eyes of the sultan, as instantly fascinated his heart, and made him wish to have her for his sultana.  He immediately made offers to her father of his alliance; but great was his mortification and surprise when the Arab rejected them, saying, “That he had sworn not to give his daughter to any one who was not master of some useful trade, by which a livelihood might be earned.”  “Father,” replied the sultan, “what occasion is there that I should learn a mean occupation, when I have the wealth of a kingdom at my command?” “Because,” rejoined the Arab, “such are the vicissitudes of the world, that you may lose your kingdom and starve, if not able to work in some way for your living.”  The sultan, unlike some princes, who would have seized the lady and punished the Arab for his freedom, felt the force of his remark, applauded his wisdom, and requested that he would not betroth her to another, as he was resolved to make himself worthy of becoming his son-in-law by learning some handicraft, till when he hoped they would accept of an abode near the palace.  To this the old man readily consented; and in a short time the sultan, eager to possess his bride, became such an adept in the handicraft of making ornamental mats for sofas and cushions of cane and reeds, that the Arab agreed to the nuptials, which were celebrated with all possible splendour and rejoicing, while the subjects admired more than ever the justice and moderation of their sovereign; so true is it, that, unless in depraved states, a good prince makes a good people.

Some years rolled on in uninterrupted felicity to the sultan and his beloved partner.  It was the custom of the former frequently to visit in the disguise of a dervish the various quarters of the city, by which means he learnt the opinions of the people, and inspected the conduct of the police.  One day in an excursion of this sort he passed by a cook’s shop, and being hungry, stepped in to take some refreshment.  He was, with seeming respect, conducted to a back room spread with flowered carpeting, over which was a covering of muslin transparently fine.  Pulling off his slippers, he entered the room and sat down upon a neat musnud, but to his surprise and terror it instantly sunk under him, and he found himself at the bottom of a dark vault, where by a glimmering light he could discern several naked bodies of unfortunate persons who had been murdered, and presently appeared, descending from a narrow staircase, a black slave of savage countenance, who, brandishing a huge cimeter, cried out, “Wretch, prepare thyself to die!” The sultan was alarmed, but his presence of mind did not forsake him.  “What good,” said he, “will my death do you or your employers?  I have nothing about me but the humble habit I wear;