The Massachusetts spy, and Worcester County advertiser. [volume] ([Worcester, Mass.]) 1825-1831, 1828-12-31
THE STORY OF CARAVAN.

Carazan was the richest merchant in
Bagdad, with no children or dependents
his expenses had been SMALL and with a
prosperous run of business in the silk and
diamond trade of India for many years, he
had amassed immense treasures. He met
with no losses, his caravans were expedi-
tious, traded with success, and returned in
safety. One enterprise made way for
another; every successive project was form
ed on greater scale. and all were termi-
mated with success. Business was swayed
by his influence merchants depended on
his will mobiles and princes eilvied his
magnifcence, and even the caliph feared
his power.
Bat Carazan lived only for himself His
maxim was never to move but with pros
pect of advantage. He never gave to the
poor he never listened to the cries of dis
tress; calls on his benefcence were repell-
ed with froWn, and the poor had long
learned to shun his dwelling.
But the city was suddenly surprised with
great change in his conduct He remov-
ed to principal square, in the centre of the
city, and made proclamation to all the poor
to resort to his palace. They focked to-
gether by hundreds and by thousands; and
what was their surprise to find his halls set
out with tables loaded with provisions and
such things as were most needed were
dispersed in his porches, and in the adioin-
ing streets. People of all ranks were as,
tonished, but could form no estimate of the
motive of all this liberality and profusion.
On the second day Carazan made his ap-
pearance, and mounting scafold, raised
for the purpose, he beckoned with his hand
and the murmur of applause and admiration
suddenly ceased.
People of Bagdad," said he, al have
hitherto lived TO myself henceforth intend
to live for the good of others. Listen at.
tentively to the cause of the change you
see. AS was sitting in my counting room
and meditating on future schemes Of accu-
mulating more wealth, | fell asleep; imme-
diately saw the angel of death approach
me like whirlwind, and, ere | had time
for recollection, he struck me with his dart
My soul instantly forsook my BODY, and !
found myself at the bar of the Almighty.
a dreadful voice from the Judgment seat
addressed me thus -" You have lived en-
tirely for yourself; you have done no good
to Others, and for your punishment, God or
dams that you be eternaiIy banished from
all society" BY resistless power, / felt
myself driven from the throne, and carried
with uncomfortable switness through the
heavens. Suns and systems passed me-
and in moment was on the borders OF
creation. The shadows of boundless va
Guilty hogan to frown and deepen before a
dreadful region of eternal silence, solitude
and darkness. In another moment the fair
est ray of creation expired, and was lost
for ever.
8 stretched out my hands towards the
regions OF existence, and implored the
Lord of creation to change my punishment
If it were but to the torments of THE dam.
ned, that might escape that frightful soil.
tude; but my horror was too dreadful for a
moments endurance, and l awoke. / a.
dore the goodness of the Father who has
{. thus taught me the value of society. while
ne allows me time to taste the pleasures of
doing good"
MARCH OF. lETELLEcT. On the morning
previous to late ball not a hundred miles from
Iunbrdge Wells, gentleman, wishing to be
prepared with some compliment ready "cut
gany tor the name OF the goddess of dancing.
ne son Of Thespis, thinking this Opportunity
aor joke too Irresistible TO be lost. told ,he
inquirer, Joan of Arc" this sufficod. and in
tne evening, at the close Of quadrillc. he actin
ally stepped up to lady and passionatelv ey.
C'aineo, " Madam, you dance like Joan or
Arc"-LO"dOn paper. -" "
CHARAerERfsrIc AsEcDorE. When Dr.
Ehrenberg (the Prussan trayaIlsA II
Egypt, he said TO peasant, az sunro VS. IN ~
are quite happy now; the country looks I;ls
garden and every village has its minarst ;,
! 800 Is great = replied the peasant !. I" o,,x
two.' s.sa,'| ''~ -''u 'aAes with