Types of Children's Literature: A Collection of the World's Best Literature for Children, For Use in Colleges, Normal Schools and Library Schools
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Types of Children's Literature: A Collection of the World's Best Literature for Children, For Use in Colleges, Normal Schools and Library Schools
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Aladdin went out of the sultan's presence with great humiliation, and
in a condition worthy of pity. He crossed the courts of the palace,
hanging down his head, and in such great confusion, that he durst not
lift up his eyes. The principal officers of the court, who had all
professed themselves his friends, and whom he had never disobliged,
instead of going up to him to comfort him, and offer him a retreat in
their houses, turned their backs to avoid seeing him. But had they
accosted him with a word of comfort or offer of service, they would
have no more known Aladdin. He did not know himself, and was no longer
in his senses, as plainly appeared by his asking everybody he met, and
at every house, if they had seen his palace, or could tell him any news
of it.
These questions made the generality believe that Aladdin was mad. Some
laughed at him, but people of sense and humanity, particularly those
who had had any connection of business or friendship with him, really
pitied him. For three days he rambled about the city in this manner,
without coming to any resolution, or eating anything but what some
compassionate people forced him to take out of charity.
At last, as he could no longer in his unhappy condition stay in a city
where he had lately been next to the sultan, he took the road to the
country; and after he had traversed several fields in wild uncertainty,
at the approach of night came to the bank of a river. There, possessed
by his despair, he said to himself, "Where shall I seek my palace? In
what province, country, or part of the world, shall I find that and my
dear princess, whom the sultan expects from me? I shall never succeed:
I had better free myself at once from fruitless endeavors, and such
bitter grief as preys upon me." He was just going to throw himself into
the river, but, as a good Moosulmaun, true to his religion, he thought
he should not do it without first saying his prayers. Going to prepare
himself, he went to the river's brink, in order to perform the usual
ablutions. The place being steep and slippery, from the water's beating
against it, he slid down, and had certainly fallen into the river, but
for a little rock which projected about two feet out of the earth.
Happily also for him he still had on the ring which the African
magician had put on his finger before he went down into the
subterraneous abode to fetch the precious lamp. In slipping down the
bank he rubbed the ring so hard by holding on the rock, that
immediately the same genie appeared whom he had seen in the cave where
the magician had left him. "What wouldst thou have?" said the genie. "I
am ready to obey thee as thy slave, and the slave of all those that
have that ring on their finger; both I and the other slaves of the
ring."
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