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his abode. The rich Arabian instantly inquires, whence 
came you? Not far, he replies, from the neighbour*vod: 
of your family. What news do youbring? Ha! says the 
‘other, [ can undertake to answer all your questions, be 
they ever so many. Well, began the rich Arab, did you 
see a boy of mine, that goes by the name of Khulid? Yes, 
your son was at school, reading the Koran; Khulid, I 
can tell you, has a clear pipe of his own. Did’ you see 
Khulid’s mother? By my troth, a lady of such exquisite 
beauty, the world holds not her equal. Did you observe 
my greathouse? ‘The roof of your house, I remember, 
' touched the fkies. Did you see my camel? A fat 
young beast it is, and eats plenty of grafs. And did you 
see my honest dog? In troth, it is an honest dog, and the 
creature watches the house with such fidelity!. The rich 
man, having heard the good news of his family, again fell 
to eating, and cast the bones to a dog that lay under the 
table; but he requited not the poor Arab with the smal-. 
lest gratification. The hungry wretch, at this usage, re- 
flected in his own mind: Of all this good news I have been 
the bearer; yet he has not relieved my hunger with 4 
morsel of bread. Alas! said he, giving a deep sigh, 
would to God your honest dog were living, who was so 
much better than this cur! The rich man, who had been 
wholly engaged in eating, stopt in a instant ; what! cried 
he, my honest dog dead? Why nothing would go down 
with bim, but the camel’s carcase. Is the camel dead 
then? The beast died of pure grief for Khulid’s mother. 
The mother of Khulid! is fhe dead? Alas! too true. In 
the distraction of her mind for the lofs of Khulid, fhe dafh-. 
ed her head against the stones, fractured her fkull, and pe- 
rifhed. What has happened to Khulid? At the time your . 
great house fell, Khulid was present, and aow lies buried un- 
derits ruins, What mischief befel the great house? Suck 
