liquor, the juice of a certain herb, which makes him sleep so sound all night, that she has time to go where she pleases, and as day begins to appear, she comes and lies down by him again, and wakes him by the smell of something she puts under his nostrils.” You may guess, my lord, how much I was surprised at this conversation, and with what sentiments it inspired me; yet, whatever emotion it excited, I had sufficient self-command to dissemble, and feigned to awake without having heard a word. The queen returned from the bath, we supped
forgotten my services?” “Yes, I remember it,” said the genie, “but that shall not save thy life: I have only one favour to grant thee.” “And what is that?” asked the fisherman. “It is,” answered the genie, “to give thee thy choice, in what manner thou wouldst have me put thee to death.” “But wherein have I offended you?” demanded the fisherman. “Is