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Light which then appeared, hadnat yet diſpelled his Uneaſineſs, when the Vizier Schemſeddin Mohammed his Uncle knocked at the Door, and at the ſame time went in to bid him Good-Morrow.

Bedreddin Haſſan was extremely ſurprized to ſee, all on a ſudden, a Man that he knew ſo well, and that now appeared, with a quite different Air, from that with which he pronounc’d the terrible Sentence of Death againſt him. Ah! cried Bedreddin, it was you that condemned me ſo unjuſtly, to a manner of Death, the Thoughts of which make me ſhrink ſtill, and all for a Cream Tart without Pepper. The Vizier fella laughing, and, to put him out of Suſpence, told him, how, by the Miniſtry of a Genius, for Boſſu’s Relation had made him ſuſpect the Adventure) he had been at his Houſe, and had married his Daughter inſtead of the Sultan’s Groom of the Stables; then he acquainted him that he had diſcovered him to be his Nephew by a Book written by the Hand of Noureddin Ali; and purſuant to that Diſcovery had gone from Cairo to Balſora in queſt of him. “My dear Nephew, (added he with Embraces and all the Marks of Tenderneſs) I ask you Pardon, for all I have made you undergo ſince I diſcovered you. I had a Mind to bring you to my Houſe before I told you your Happineſs, which ought now to be ſo much the dearer to you, that it has coſt you ſo much Perplexity and Affliction. To atone for all your Afflictions, comfort yourſelt with the Joy of being in Company of thoſe, who ought to be deareſt to you. While you are dreſſing your ſelf, I’ll go and acquaint your Mother, who is beyond Meaſure impatient to ſee you; and will likewiſe bring your Son to you, whom you ſaw at Damaſcus, and for whom you ſhewed ſo much Affection, without knowing him.”

No Words are of ſufficient Energy to expreſs the Joy of Bedreddin, when he ſaw his Mother and his Son, Theſe three embraced, and ſhewed all the Tranſports that Love and a moving Tenderneſs could inſpire. The Mother ſpoke to Bedreddin in the moſt moving Terms, ſhe mentioned the Grief ſhe had felt for his long Abſence, and the Tears ſhe had ſhed, Little Agib, inſtead of flying his Father’s Embraces as at Damaſcus, received them with all the
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