Mirzoza was so used to Callirhoe (for that is the name of this young mad girl) that she could hardly be without her. One time that the Sultan complain’d to the favorite of somewhat restless and cold, which he remark’d in her; “Prince,” said she, embarrassed at his reproach, “without my three beasts, my nightingale, my lapdog and Callirhoe, I am good for nothing; and you see that I have not the last.”

“And why is she not here?” said Mangogul. “I can’t tell,” answered Mirzoza; “but I remember, that some months ago she told me, that if Mazul made the campaign, she could not avoid having the vapors; and Mazul set out yesterday.”

“I easily excuse her,” said the Sultan: “for I look on her vapors to be well grounded. But upon what account do a hundred other women take it into their heads to be vapor’d, who have young husbands, and besides take care to be well provided with lovers?”