Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1858-09-24
WHOLE NO. 271O.

We will leave the Hodiakees and Musta.
pha regaling themselves in the Royal Palace,
and proceed to the charnel-house at Kas-
sem Pacha. There was great CONSERVATION
in that locality, for the far-famed establish
mcnt instead Of being surrounded by the or
dinary crowd of customers, was now cncom-
passed by troops Of soldiers Of the Court
To their great surprize all the inmates of the
shop was made prisoners, the flooring was
forcibly torn up, and body Of armed men,
headed by the Lord Chamberlain. rushed into
the subterranean hall, to the amazoment Of
the busy icnds, whose deeds had never borne
the light Of heaven and to the glad surprise
OF those who we're awaiting their awful doom.
The Chamberlain irautically rushed to-and-
fro over the pavement all slippery with gore.
over the heaps Of bones. rolling before him
the truncated heads like footballs, and anx-
iusly peering into the faces Of all who had
life in them, until in a distant corner he spied
our dcryishcs Like lightning he sped on,
and fell PROSTATE at the feet of Ali, the doom
cd, the rescued Ali, the skllml weaver -
One shrill cry of JOY burst from them FL
hammod Allah! Heaven be praised "
They now conducted the dcrvishes to the
palace, where our Beorckgeo was awaiting
the rcappcarancc of the Chamberlain. For.
although he expressed his desire to depart,
he was assured that he could not leave the
palace without again seeing the Lord Cham
bcrlain. Whereupon he swore to himself.
that he would be sure to make mncc-meat OF
that Chamberlain ir he ever caught him at
Kasscm Pasha.
His anxiety did not last much longer for
the Chamberlain himself now entered and
summoned him and the Hodjakces to the
presence of the Sultan. His heart bounded
within him at the prospect of the royal pat
ronagc. High-sounding titles were sweetly
whispered by excited fancy. visions Of pala-
ces and houri+ suddenly doated before him,
and his soul blessed the enchanted carpet.
lie seemed to tread on air as he walked
along the corridors Of the palace.
lie entered the audcnce-hall, and raising
his eyes to the throne. suddenly became the
hue Of death, and with one long shrek of
wild despair, Mercy, Oh mercy l' fell to
the floor
For he saw before him, upon that throne,
in those regal robes. the derysnos Of his own
charnol house, the au-poweriul, absolute Sui
tan and his Grand Weir.
The truth is, that as was customary in the
the days'of Haroun al Reschid, so it had CON
tinued to be for Sultans to perambuate the
city ncognito. Sultan Murad and his Grand
Nevir had personated the dervishos of our
story, and penetrated into the secrets of the
Kasscm Pasha pastry
We have seen how they would have perish
ed like many others, if a wonderful ingenuity
had not, by the interposition Of Allah, been
the means Of their preservation. For the
Sultan had in a curious manner interviewer
the history Of his awful accident among the
arabesques upon the carpet which was car
ricd to the palace whore it only could have
been dccipherod.
Ny story is done, said the Meddah, and
doubtless you are all convinced of the value
of the mechanical arts.
The Sultan himself would have perished if
he had not possessed the art of weaving, and
the world would never have known why
kashem Pasha's pastry sweet
Pit pat made all hearts beat