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A L A D D I N ;

                                                             OH,
                                      T H E     W 0 N D E 11     F  V L    L A M P .



                           I '  a town  of  Tartarv,  there lived  n  tailor,  named  Mustaplia,
                               who  was so poor that he could hardly maintain himself, his
                           wife, and his son Aladdin.  When the  boy was of  proper years
                           to serve as an apprentice, his father took  him into his shop, and
                          taught him  how  to  work  ;  but  all  his  father could  do  was in
                          vain,  £>r Aladdin  was  incorrigible.  His  father  was  therefore
                          forced  to abandon  him  to his libertinism ;  the  thoughts of  this
                          brought oitn  fit of sickness, of which lie shortly died ;  and the
                          mother,  finding that hrr son would not f o ll o w   his father's trade,
                          shut up the shop ;  and, with the  money she earned  by spinning
                          cotton, thought  to support herself and  son,
                             Aladdin continued  to  give  himself  up to all  kinds of folly;
                          until one day as lie was playing in tlie street, a stranger, passing
                          by, stood  to observe  him.  This stranger was a great magician.
                          Knowing  who  Aladdin  was,  and  what  were  his  propensities,
                          he went up to him, and said,  “  Child, was not your father called
                          Mustaplia ?  3nd  was  he not a tailor? ”-—li Yes,  sir,” answered
                          Aladdin,  “  but  he  has  been  dead  some  time,*1  The magician
                          threw  his arms round  Aladdin’s  neck,  and  said,  “  I am  your
                          uncle,  I have been many years abroad ;  and  now when  I have
                          come  with  the  hope  of  seeing  my  brother,  3*011  tell  me  he
                          is  dead !”  The  magician  caressed  Aladdin,  and  gave  him  a
                          very  beautiful  ring,  which  he  told  the  youth  was  of  great
                          value.  By  these  artifices he  led  Aladdin  some distance out of
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