In that last and precious moment he forgot not his son Bedreddin,
but called for him, and said, My son, you see this world is
transitory; there is nothing durable but in that which I shall
speedily go to. You must therefore from henceforth begin to fit
yourself for this charge, as I have done; you must prepare for it
without murmuring, and so as to have no trouble of conscience for
not acting the part of a real honest man. As for your religion, you
are sufficiently instructed in it by what you have learnt from your
tutors and your own study; and as to what belongs to an honest man,
I shall give you some instructions, which I hope you will make good
use of. As it is a necessary thing to know one’s self, and that
you cannot come to that knowledge without you first understand who I
am, I shall now tell it you.
I am, said he, a native of Egypt; my father, your grandfather, was
first minister to the sultan of that kingdom. I myself had the
honour to be vizier to that same sultan, and so has my brother, your
uncle, who I suppose is yet alive; his name is Schemseddin Mohammed.
I was obliged to leave him, and come into this country, where I have
raised myself to the high dignity I now enjoy. But you will
understand all these matters more fully by a manuscript that I shall
give you.
At the same time Nourreddin Ali pulled out his pocket-book, which he
had written with his own hand, and carried always about him, and
giving it to Bedreddin Hassan, Take it, said he, and read it at your
leisure; you will find, among other things, the day of my marriage,
and that of your birth; these are such circumstances as perhaps you
may hereafter have occasion to know, therefore you must keep it very
carefully.
Bedreddin Hassan being most afflicted to see his father in that
condition, and sensibly touched with this discourse, could not but
weep when he received the pocket-book, and promised at the same time
never to part with it.
That very moment Nourreddin Ali fainted, so that it was thought he
would have expired; but he came to himself again, and uttered these
words:
My son, said he, the first instruction I give you is, not to make
yourself familiar with all sorts of people. The way to live happy is
to keep your mind to yourself, and not to tell your thoughts easily.
Secondly, Not to do violence to any body whatever; for in that case
you will draw every body’s hatred upon you. You ought to consider
the world as a creditor, to whom you owe moderation, compassion, and
forbearance.
Thirdly, Not to say a word when you are reproached: for, as the
proverb says, He that keeps silence is out of danger. And in this
case particularly you ought to practise it. You also know what one
of our poets says upon this subject, That silence is the ornament
and safeguard of life; That our speech ought not to be like a storm
of rain that spoils all. Never did any man yet repent of having
spoken too little, whereas many have been sorry that they spoke so
much.
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