Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1854-11-09

ers of amusement lay in their f
: gers ends; but this man possess
the varied qualities of an Indian ju
!, gler and an Arabian storyteller. /
f paused between almost every trit
to continue tale, again to be inte
: rupted by fresh displays of his p,,
er, thus by turns delighting the ey,
, and the ears of his audience. D,
:: ring the more dangerous of his pc
iormances, even the smokers hel
their breath, and not sound was
be heard but the quivering of tn
steel and tinkling of the bell.
One of the most enthusiastic ad
mirers of the zingaro was man ap
parently about forty years of age
whose carpet was placed in the frs
circle, and whose dress denoted hin
to be of superior rank. This wa.
the bostangi, bassa, superintendent
of the gardens, and keeper of the
privy purse to the grand signior. The
juggler having at length completed
his tricks. the people remained to
hear the, conclusion Of the story
which had been so often interrupted.
He then continued his narration,
which was one Of the wild fctions Of
the east, in pronouncing the last
words of which, a melancholy ex-
preston passed over his countenance.
He wasaroused by the voice of the
bostangi.
Since you are such magician, ;
said the bostangi-bassa, will you tell
me which is the Sultan's favorite fow-
sr?'
sThe poppy of AleppO; it is red,'
replied the juggler, without a mo-
nent's hesitation.
.At what time does the Sultan
'leep?' resumed the bostangi, after a
ew moments reflection, expecting to
'uzzle him by the question.
'Neyer!' said the juggler.
The bassa started, and looked anx-
ously around him, and fearing lest
tber ears than his own had heard
his answer. He slowly arose and
eckoned the zingaro to approach |
i'm; then lowering his voice-'Can
ou tell me, said he, 'the name of
is fayorite wife?'
'Yes,' replied the diviner, in sa-
Irical tone, 'it is Assarach.'
The bostangi put his finger on the
Iggler's lips.
1'FolIow me- said he; and as he
loved to depart, the crowd respect
lily opened passage before him.
The young man took up his yata-
han, and leaving the remainder of
is baggage to be carried by slave,
e followed the steps OF his guide to-
ard the great door Of the palace.
The history Of the successors of
lohammed often present little be-
ond the melancholy spectacle Of a
nrone at the mercy of the lawless
,ldiery. Mohammed was not the
rst Of his race who sought to free
ne seraglio from those formidable
uardians. Soliman I'll, had formed
his perilous design before him, but
9 was put to death by the janissa-
es, led by Mustapha, his uncle, who
sme from the Morea for the osten-
BILE purpose of defending the EN-
error, but in reality to seize upon
is throne. The Sultan Mustapha.
no had commenced his reign in
,ch a tragic manner. experienced all
,e anxiety and uneasiness which
lust ever attend the acts ola usurp-
: and tyrant.i Sordid, suspicious,
I'D per6dious, he broke through
very promise he had made to the
whose creature neverthe-
IS he was. Instead of doubling
leir pay, he diminished it; instead /;
: lessening the taxes he doubled
lem. He lived buried in the depths
! his palace, the care of which ne
Id confided to the Greek soldaery,
Notwithstanding the murmurs of the !.
gitimate guards. The mutes,
yarfs, and buffoons at the palace
'uld alone obtain access to his pres
ice.
At the time the zingaro was ANU {
ng the grave subjects of his high !
'ss, Mustapha wasseated cross-legged I
his divan in an inner apartment Of
e palace, seeking TO drive away his e
,,ui in watching the columns OF fra I
ant smoke as they slowly rose from r
Q long tube of his nargbile. A Ir
I'VE stood beside, him, holding a Z
altered fan of varied colors. The :
Iffoons Of the palace had valnlyi