No. 190. SATURDAY, DECEMBER 11, 1752

Ploravere suis non respondere favorem

Speratum meritis.---- HOR. Lib. ii. Ep. i. 9.

Henry and Alfred----

Clos'd their long glories with a sigh, to find

Th' unwilling gratitude of base mankind. POPE.

AMONG the emirs and visiers, the sons of valour

and of wisdom, that stand at the corners

of the Indian throne, to assist the counsels or

conduct the wars of the posterity of Timur, the

first place was long held by Morad the son of

Hanuth. Morad, having signalized himself in many

battles and sieges, was rewarded with the government

of a province, from which the fame of his

wisdom and moderation was wafted to the pinnacles

of Agra, by the prayers of those whom his

administration made happy. The emperour called

him into his presence, and gave into his hand the

keys of riches, and the sabre of command. The

voice of Morad was heard from the cliffs of Taurus

to the Indian ocean, every tongue faltered in his

presence, and every eye was cast down before him.

Morad lived many years in prosperity; every

day increased his wealth, and extended his influence.

The sages repeated his maxims, the captains

of thousands waited his commands. Competition

withdrew into the cavern of envy, and discontent

trembled at his own murmurs. But human greatness

is short and transitory, as the odour of incense

in the fire. The sun grew weary of gilding the

palaces of Morad, the clouds of sorrow gathered

round his head, and the tempest of hatred roared

about his dwelling.

Morad saw ruin hastily approaching. The first

that forsook him were his poets; their example was

followed by all those whom he had rewarded for

contributing to his pleasures, and only a few, whose

virtue had entitled them to favour, were now to be seen

in his hall or chambers. He felt his danger, and

prostrated himself at the foot of the throne. His

accusers were confident and loud, his friends stood

contented with frigid neutrality, and the voice of truth

was overborne by clamour. He was divested of his

power, deprived of his acquisitions, and condemned

to pass the rest of his life on his hereditary estate.

Morad had been so long accustomed to crowds and

business, supplicants and flattery, that he knew not

how to fill up his hours in solitude; he saw with

regret the sun rise to force on his eye a new day for

which he had no use; and envied the savage that

wanders in the desert, because he has no time vacant

from the calls of nature, but is always chasing his

prey, or sleeping in his den.

His discontent in time vitiated his constitution,

and a slow disease siezed upon him. He refused

physick, neglected exercise, and lay down on his

couch peevish and restless, rather afraid to die than

desirous to live. His domesticks, for a time,

redoubled their assiduities; but finding that no

officiousness could soothe, nor exactness satisfy, they

soon gave way to negligence and sloth; and he that

once commanded nations, often languished in his

chamber without an attendant.

In this melancholy state, he commanded

messengers to recall his eldest son Abouzaid from the

army. Abouzaid was alarmed at the account of his

father's sickness, and hasted by long journeys to his

place of residence. Morad was yet living, and felt

his strength return at the embraces of his son; then

commanding him to sit down at his bedside, "Abouzaid,"

says he, "thy father has no more to hope or

fear from the inhabitants of the earth; the cold hand

of the angel of death is now upon him, and the

voracious grave is howling for his prey. Hear,

therefore, the precepts of ancient experience, let not my

last instructions issue forth in vain. Thou hast seen

me happy and calamitous, thou hast beheld my

exaltation and my fall. My power is in the hands of

my enemies, my treasures have rewarded my accusers;

but my inheritance the clemency of the

emperour has spared, and my wisdom his anger

could not take away. Cast thine eyes around thee;

whatever thou beholdest will, in a few hours, be

thine: apply thine ear to my dictates, and these

possessions will promote thy happiness. Aspire not to

public honours, enter not the palaces of kings; thy

wealth will set thee above insult, let thy moderation

keep thee below envy. Content thyself with private

dignity, diffuse thy riches among thy friends, let

every day extend thy beneficence, and suffer not

thy heart to be at rest till thou art loved by all to

whom thou art known. In the height of my power,

I said to defamation, Who will hear thee? and

to artifice, What canst thou perform? But, my

son, despise not thou the malice of the weakest,

remember that venom supplies the want of strength,

and that the lion may perish by the puncture of

an asp."

Morad expired in a few hours. Abouzaid, after

the months of mourning, determined to regulate

his conduct by his father's precepts, and cultivate

the love of mankind by every art of kindness and

endearment. He wisely considered, that domestick

happiness was first to be secured, and that none

have so much power of doing good or hurt, as

those who are present in the hour of negligence,

hear the bursts of thoughtless merriment, and

observe the starts of unguarded passion. He therefore

augmented the pay of all his attendants, and

requited every exertion of uncommon diligence by

supernumerary gratuities. While he congratulated

himself upon the fidelity and affection of his family,

he was in the night alarmed with robbers, who, being

pursued and taken, declared that they had been

admitted by one of his servants; the servant

immediately confessed, that he unbarred the door,

because another not more worthy of confidence was

entrusted with the keys.

Abouzaid was thus convinced that a dependant

could not easily be made a friend; and that while

many were soliciting for the first rank of favour,

all those would be alienated whom he disappointed.

He therefore resolved to associate with a few equal

companions selected from among the chief men of

the province. With these he lived happily for a time,

till familiarity set them free from restraint, and

every man thought himself at liberty to indulge

his own caprice, and advance his own opinions.

They then disturbed each other with contrariety

of inclinations, and difference of sentiments, and

Abouzaid was necessitated to offend one party by

concurrence, or both by indifference.

He afterwards determined to avoid a close union

with beings so discordant in their nature, and to

diffuse himself in a larger circle. He practised the

smile of universal courtesy, and invited all to his

table, but admitted none to his retirements. Many

who had been rejected in his choice of friendship,

now refused to accept his acquaintance; and of

those whom plenty and magnificence drew to his

table, every one pressed forward toward intimacy,

thought himself overlooked in the crowd, and

murmured because he was not distinguished above the

rest. By degrees all made advances, and all resented

repulse. The table was then covered with delicacies

in vain; the musick sounded in empty rooms; and

Abouzaid was left to form in solitude some new

scheme of pleasure or security.

Resolving now to try the force of gratitude, he

inquired for men of science, whose merit was

obscured by poverty. His house was soon crowded

with poets, sculptors, painters, and designers, who

wantoned in unexperienced plenty, and employed

their powers in celebration of their patron. But in

a short time they forgot the distress from which

they had been rescued, and began to consider their

deliverer as a wretch of narrow capacity, who was

growing great by works which he could not perform,

and whom they overpaid by condescending

to accept his bounties. Abouzaid heard their

murmurs and dismissed them, and from that hour

continued blind to colours, and deaf to panegyrick.

As the sons of art departed, muttering threats

of perpetual infamy, Abouzaid, who stood at the

gate, called to him Hamet the poet. "Hamet,"

said he, "thy ingratitude has put an end to my

hopes and experiments: I have now learned the

vanity of those labours that wish to be rewarded

by human benevolence; I shall henceforth do good,

and avoid evil, without respect to the opinion of

men; and resolve to solicit only the approbation of

that Being whom alone we are sure to please by

endeavouring to please him."

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