Arabs -- Folklore; Fairy tales; Folklore -- Arab countries
At these words, Abon Hassan melted into tears, and in the midst of his
sighs cried out, Ah! mother, I see at last, by sad experience, how
insupportable poverty is: I am sensible that it deprives us of joy, as
much as the setting sun does of light. In poverty, we have no
commendations and fine things said unto us: we endeavour to conceal all
our actions, and spend our nights in tears and sorrow. In short, a poor
man is looked upon, both by friends and relations, as a stranger. You
know, mother, how I have used my friends for this year past: I have
entertained them with all imaginable generosity, till I have spent all my
money; and now they have left me, when I can treat them no longer. For my
estate, I thank Heaven for having given me the grace to keep the oath I
have made not to enter upon that; and now I shall know how to make a good
use of it. But first, I will try the gratitude of friends, who deserve
not that I should call them so: I will go to them one after another, and
when I have represented to them what I have done for their sakes, I will
ask them to make me up a sum of money among them, to relieve me out of
the miserable condition I am reduced to: these are the steps I intend to
take to try their gratitude.
I do not pretend, son, said Abon Hassan’s mother, to dissuade you from
executing your design; but I can tell you before-hand, that you have no
ground for any hope: believe me, you will find no relief, but from the
estate you have reserved. I see you do not, but will soon know those
people, whom we generally call friends; and I wish to Heaven you may, in
the manner I desire; that is to say, for your own good. Mother, replied
Abon Hassan, I am persuaded of the truth of what you say; but shall be
certain of a fact which concerns me so nearly, when I shall inform myself
better of their baseness. Upon this, Abon Hassan went immediately to his
friends, whom he found at home, represented to them the great need he was
in, and begged of them to loose their purse-strings to assist him. He
promised to give every one bonds to pay them the money they lent him, as
soon as his affairs were made up; giving them to understand, at the same
time, that it was, in a great measure, upon their accounts that he was
undone; and forgetting not to allure them with the hopes of being once
again entertained in the same manner as before.
Not one of his bottle companions was affected with the arguments which
the afflicted Abon Hassan made use of to persuade them; and he had the
mortification to find, that many of them told him plainly they scarce
knew him.
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