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why should I longer abuse the necessity these, poor people are under of speaking what they, think? I ought to be satisfied, and not seek to humble men too much.
Phanor dismissed his authors, and, when they were gone, con versed some time longer with the courtiers. He asked no questions, for he had no doubts; he spoke only of his own fame, and the vast success his piece must have. Thus were the courtiers freed for a little fear.
As soon as they were alone,—Was I wrong, said Aristeus! to conceive hopes of escaping the danger? Every illusion vanishes here, except vanity, and that is more mighty than a host of magicians. Love itself is not so blind. as an author corrupted by flattery and self-conceit.
The next day, Philamir went to the alley of palm-trees, where he did not at first find Mirza, but walked about, expecting her arrival. After he had walked some time, he saw a sheet of written paper on the grass, in a woman's hand; he read, and was amazed to find charm-
