of the lake near the palace, where the fish are of four colours? whose this castle is? how you came to be here? and why you are alone?” Instead of answering these questions, the young man began to weep bitterly. “How inconstant is fortune!” cried he; “she takes pleasure to pull down those she had raised. Where are they who enjoy quietly the happiness which they hold of her, and whose day is always clear and serene?” The sultan, moved with compassion to see him in such a condition, prayed him to relate the cause of his excessive grief.
having the impression of a seal upon it. This turn of fortune rejoiced him; “I will sell it,” said he, “to the founder, and with the money buy a measure of corn.” He examined the vessel on all sides, and shook it, to try if its contents made any noise, but heard nothing. This circumstance, with the impression of the seal upon the leaden cover,