62 Foachim the Mimic.

jumped about and puffed a good deal, and was juft
beginning to cry, as a matter.of courfe for a little
boy when he is annoyed; when lo! and behold!
he faw before him fuch an immenfe Genie, with
black eyes and a long beard, that he forgot all
about crying and began to fhake with fear.

The Genie told him he need not be afraid, and
defired him not to fhake; for, faid he, “* You have
been of great ufe to me; a Genie, ftronger than
myfelf, had faftened me up in yonder bottle in a
fit of ill humour, and as he had put his feal at the
top, nobody could draw the cork. Luckily for
me, you broke the neck of the bottle, and I am
free. ‘Tell me therefore, good little boy, what
fhall I do for you to fhow my gratitude ?”

But now, before I go on with this, I muft tell
you that the day before the little boy’s adventure
with the bottle and the Genie, the King of that
country had come to the fifhing town I {poke of,
in a gold chariot drawn by twelve beautiful jet
black horfes, and attended by a large train of offi-
cers and followers. A herald went before an-
nouncing that the King was vifiting the towns of
his dominions, for the fole purpofe of doing juftice
and exercifing acts of charity and kindnefs. And
all people in trouble and diftrefs were invited to
come and lay their complaints before him. And
accordingly they did fo, and the good King, though
quite a youth, devoted the whole day to the bene-
volent purpofe he propofed; and it is impoffible
to defcribe the amount of good he accomplifhed