Arabs -- Folklore; Fairy tales; Folklore -- Arab countries
While Abon Hassan was drinking, the caliph, taking the glass that was set
by him, said, Now I like you, you are an honest fellow; I am mightily
taken with your pleasant temper, and expect you should fill me as much.
Abon Hassan, as soon as he had drunk, filled the caliph’s glass, and
giving it to him, Here, sir, said he, taste this wine; I will warrant it
good. I am very well persuaded, replied the caliph, laughing, that you
know how to make choice of the best. O, replied Abon Hassan, while the
caliph was taking off his glass, one may easily find that you know what
good living is, and have seen the world. Alas! how happy is my house in
your presence, and how overjoyed am I for meeting with a man of so much
merit.
The caliph, who was naturally a merry man, was mightily diverted with
these sallies of Abon Hassan, and took great pleasure in promoting
drinking, often asking for wine, thinking that when that began to work,
he might penetrate so far into his discourse as to satisfy his curiosity.
Therefore, to enter into conversation, he asked him his name, his
business, and how he spent his life. My name, sir, replied he, is Abon
Hassan: my father, whom I buried, was a merchant of Bagdad; and though he
was not the richest, yet he lived very well. When he died, he left me
enough in my station to live free from ambition; but as he always kept a
very strict hand over me in his life-time, I was willing, when he was
gone, to make up the time I thought I had lost.
But notwithstanding, continued Abon Hassan, in this I was more prudent
than most young people are, who give themselves unto debauchery without
any thought, and who reduce themselves to the utmost poverty, and are
forced to do penance all the rest of their lives after. Now I, to avoid
this misfortune, divided what I had left me in two parts, and with one
bought an estate, with a resolution not to finger my rents at that time;
and kept the other in ready money to pursue my extravagances with. I
associated myself with young people of my age, and with my ready money,
which I spent profusely, treated them every day; and, in short, spared
for no sort of pleasure. But these feastings did not last long; for by
that time the year was out, I had got to the bottom of my cash, and then
all my friends vanished. I made a visit to every one of them, and
represented to them the miserable condition I was in, but none of them
would relieve me. Upon this, I renounced their friendship, and retrenched
so far as to live within the compass of my income, and obliged myself to
keep company with none but the first stranger I could meet with, coming
that day into Bagdad, and to entertain him but one night. I have told you
the rest before; and I thank my good fortune this day for meeting with a
stranger of so much worth.
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