It is sufficient to say that the whole country was in a state of
fermentation, arising from hope, despair, jealousy, envy, curiosity,
surmising, wondering, doubting, believing, disbelieving, hearing,
narrating, chattering, interrupting, and many other causes too tedious
to mention. At the first intelligence every Souffrarian youth
new-strung his mandolin, and thought himself sure to be the happy man.
Hope was triumphant through the land, roses advanced to double their
price; the attar was adulterated to meet the exorbitant demand, and
nightingales were almost worshipped; but this could not last. Doubt
succeeded to the empire of hope, when reflection pointed out to them,
that out of three millions of very eligible youths, only one could be
made happy. But when the counsellors are so many, the decision is but
slow; and so numerous were the meetings, the canvassings, the debates,
the discussions, the harangues, and the variety of objections raised by
the grandees of the country, that at the age of eighteen the beauteous
bird of paradise, still unmated, warbled her virgin strain in the
loneliness of the royal groves.
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"But why," interrupted the pacha, "why did they not marry her, when
there were three millions of young men ready to take her? I can't
understand the cause of six years' delay."
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The reason, most sublime, was, that the grandees of Souffra were not
endowed with your resplendent wisdom, or the beautiful Babe-bi-bobu had
not so long languished for a husband. All this delay was produced by
doubt, which the poets truly declare to be the father of delay. It was
a doubt which arose in the mind of one of the Brahmins, who, when a
doubt arose in his mind, would mumble it over and over, but never
masticate, swallow, or digest it; and thus was the preservation of the
royal line endangered. For years had the aspirants for regal dignity,
and more than regal beauty, hovered round the court, each with his
mandolin on his arm, and a huge packet of love-sonnets borne behind him
by a slave, and yet all was doubt; and the beautiful Princess
Babe-bi-bobu remained unmarried.
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"I doubt whether we shall ever come to the doubt," interrupted the pacha
impatiently, "or the princess to a husband."
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