In the centre
of a variegated pavement of the same material, a fountain rose and fell
into a green porphyry basin, and by the side of the fountain, upon a
couch of silver, reposed Honain.
He raised his eyes from the illuminated volume on which he had been long
intent; he clapped his hands, and a Nubian slave advanced, and, folding
his arms upon his breast, bowed in silence before his lord. 'How fares
the Hebrew boy, Analschar?'
'Master, the fever has not returned. We gave him the potion; he
slumbered for many hours, and has now awakened, weak but well.'
'Let him rise and attend me.'
The Nubian disappeared.
'There is nothing stranger than sympathy,' soliloquised the physician
of the Caliph, with a meditative air; 'all resolves itself into this
principle, and I confess this learned doctor treats it deeply and well.
An erudite spirit truly, and an eloquent pen; yet he refines too
much. 'Tis too scholastic. Observation will teach us more than dogma.
Meditating upon my passionate youth, I gathered wisdom. I have seen so
much that I have ceased to wonder. However we doubt, there is a mystery
beyond our penetration. And yet 'tis near our grasp. I sometimes deem a
step, a single step, would launch us into light.
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