thanks to the potent charm of novelty, the Sultan expressed his satisfaction, &c. &c.”**
[Here the MS. narrates a conversation between the Sultan and the Count, and how the latter was appointed Bostangi or chief gardener, with slaves and attendants, and became quite a favourite.]
“On a mild day of spring, Melechsala was first introduced into the Frankish garden, but a long time elapsed ere our Bostangi’s wish to see the flower of the world was gratified, as, in observance of the Eastern customs, the troublesome attendance of the eunuchs only was allowed, and all others carefully excluded. On one occasion, tempted by the fresh breezes of the morning, the fair Melechsala strolled forth alone from the sleepy Harem into her favourite grounds; the dew still decked with pearly drops the glistening plants, &c. &c. *****
[As might be expected, the noble gardener was engaged quite àpropos amongst the flowers. He sees Melechsala, who had laid aside her veil, and, when she addresses him, remains speechless with astonishment at her melodious voice and transcendent beauty.]
“‘Christian, fear not!’ said the Princess; ‘by my order thou art here, to nurse my darling plants,
