Lancaster gazette. [volume] (Lancaster, Mass.) 1828-1830, 1828-07-08

FOR THE LANCASTER GAZETTE.
AzEM THE FORTUNATE.
AN ARABIAN TALE.

tberiakee or coffee house. The
present were employed in drinking
smoking, and chewing opium
81. nhizes were as solemn as the bird
Who thought the owl too sportful, and
!. Il from the frolic of his eye: by the
e. of Mohammed only think of the
(. of an OWLS eye. l had hardly en-
before one of the protested story
so common in the East, began ex-
no "who ever heard the tale of
s. the Fortunate" None answered.
!" said he, is it your pleasure to
he tale of Azem Z" A nod from all
Il gave assent: and as it would only
L my time, and a few aspers, seat
self, and he thus commenced the
5 ing story.
ZEN was an Innabitant of Balsora.
fortune had attended him from in
His dwelling was second only to
bf the Sultans: his gardens wed
!. hose of Paradise birds of all kinds,
thousand varied plumages, war;
4 birth their morning song to charm
/; and Circassias's fairest daughters
So d his heart, whilst he himself in
& and beauty was a Prince among
6.e S, the first of men amongst men.
e.bwn all, he had a generous heart,
1 bounties were well known to all
|us edy followers of the Prophet.
l|s re is nothing perfect. Azem, ever
attributed his successes to pru-
.s and, when he relieved the unfortu-
4 h the folly of his heart he believed
d suffetings the result of folly or of
S This opinion, united with his
's rity, filed his heart with pride.
4 ight, after a day of more than usual
Is, with heart swelling with vanity,
red with his beauteous Zoe to the
Isl of rest. His powers were hardly
IS sleep, before the shrill cry of fire
81 him, and his aching eyes saw one
|n1 blaze surrounding him, and before
be, his lordIy palace, whose domes
ght before seemed to nestle in the
So presented nothing but black
6hg ruin. Gone misfortune says the
ne b, is but the mother of another :"
B Azem mourned his dwelling, he
that an earthquake had swallowed
", in which most of his wealth was
ted and this proud man began to
E for the future.
u ibis period he had determined on q
# page to Mecca. This duty the pi-
lem would not neglect. Collecting
80 cheney for his absence his wives
bildren were left to the care of a
3D. BROTHER; and taking with him two
b to whom he had been as kind as a
|e1 he babe adieu TO all his heart held
S Have you over babe farewell, a
T Rrewell, to all you love, by parting
Is ten times lovelier-felt the warm
'l breath of wife's affection tremble
b cheek, whilst your unconscious
sweet link that binds you more
together-twines his little hands
Is, as if clinging for protection ? If
We ever felt that heart rending, that
lng of the soul that such a moment
e you can conceive the parting of
from his loved Zoe. The farewell
ed on his lips, and with convul-
E fort he fled.
q IN had joined a large caravan to
pe desert. Many days all went on
On the twentieth, after leaving
the sun rose red as blood. AS
advanced the heat grew intense,
was brassy over their heads, land the
NJ we're like heated Goals under their
About the hour of noon, faint
81 red, tinged the horizon. This
harblnger of the wind Of death
all with horror. The Cap Aga, or
ordered all to PROSTATE themselves
ne Simeon, or blast of Azzael, was
The camels hid their mouths in the
s Tor instinct warns them of their
The burning wind soon passed by,
suffered by its malignancy, and
pore than Azem. From this time
er Gay, the way grew more and more
Many of the camels died, and
tall from one of the over loaded
'' ne Gap Aga was killed. All then
confusion. In the caravan a
% different opinions were given,
ne steadily followed. Water grew
M and famine threatened them. On
rueth day of their pilgrimage, a
and Of the desert appeared. In
ment Of danger great minds ever
Y lead. Azem instinctively seized
1mand. His voice was heard Civ.
gers and cheering all around
& e. into a square they waited the at.
The battle was bloody. The lead.
ne robber band, a savage Curd,
yea Azem for his prey. With al.
feslstlble fury he strove to transfiz
IN his lance. Azem nimbly par.
blow, and with one deadly stroke
Iatagan drank his hearts blood
giant form of the Curd lay black