not divert her from so fatal a resolution, he went instantly to acquaint the sultan, that next night he would bring him Scheherazade. The sultan was much surprized at the sacrifice which the grand vizier proposed to make. “How could you”, said he, “resolve to bring me your own daughter?” “Sir,” answered the vizier, “it is her own offer. The sad destiny that awaits her could not intimidate her; she prefers the honour of being your majesty’s wile for one night, to her life.” “But do not act under a mistake, vizier,” said the sultan; “tomorrow.
liberal arts; and her poetry excelled the compositions of the best writers of her time. Besides this, she was a perfect beauty, and all her accomplishments were crowned by solid virtue. The vizier loved this daughter, so worthy of his affection. One day, as they were conversing together, she said to him, “Father, I have one favour to beg of you,