sufficient to mark my ruin. My death was resolved on; a faithful slave gave me notice of my danger, at the hazard of his own life. We fled together, and after encountering a thousand perils, we arrived at this grove, by a different road than the one to the Castle.—In this cell dwelt a holy man; he received and cherished us. In a few moons after, I lost my faithful Sadi. My grief was unspeakable. That event, and the unjust treatment I had met with, gave me a disgust to the world.
"Here I found a friend, a protector, and an instructive monitor. Our holy prophet sanctified his labours. I renounced the world and all its deadly passions, love, hatred, ambition, and envy. Twenty years I possessed a friend, who was the chosen of Allah, and a true son of the prophet. He purified my heart, and fashioned it like his own.—His translation to paradise is the only cloud that has, for a moment, shadowed my content since the death of Sadi.
