the scent of the rose water, did completely perfume the air.  Besides, he heard from within a concert of several sorts of instrumental music, accompanied with the harmonies of nightingales, and other birds peculiar to that climate.  This charming melody, and the smell of several sorts of victuals, made the porter think there was a feast, with great rejoicings within.  His occasions leading him seldom that way, he knew not who dwelt in the house; but, to satisfy his curiosity, he went to some of the servants, whom he saw standing at the gate in magnificent apparel, and asked the name of the master of the house.  How, replied one of them, do you live in Bagdad, and know not that this is the house of Signior Sindbad, the sailor, that famous traveller who has sailed round the world?  The porter, who had heard of Sindbad’s riches, could not but envy a man whose condition he thought to be as happy as his own was deplorable; and his mind being fretted with these reflections, he lifted up his eyes to heaven, and says, loud enough to be heard, Almighty Creator of all things, consider the difference between Sindbad and me.  I am every day exposed to fatigues and calamities, and can scarcely get coarse barley bread for myself and family, whilst happy Sindbad profusely expends immense riches, and leads a life of continual pleasure.  What has he done to obtain from thee a lot so agreeable, and what have I done to deserve one so miserable?  Having finished this expostulation, he struck his foot against the ground, like a man overwhelmed with grief and despair.  While the porter was thus indulging his melancholy, a servant came out of the house, and taking him by the arm, bid him follow him, for Signior Sindbad, his master, wanted to speak with him.

Your majesty may easily imagine that poor Hindbad was not a little surprised at this compliment; for, considering what he had said, he was afraid Sindbad had sent for him to punish him; therefore he would have excused himself, alleging that he could not leave his burden in the middle of the street.  But Sindbad’s servants assured him they would look to it, and pressed the porter so that he was obliged to yield.  The servants brought him into a large hall, where a number of people sat round a table covered with all sorts of fine dishes.  At the upper end there sat a grave, comely, venerable gentleman, with a long white beard, and behind him stood officers and domestics ready to serve him; this grave gentleman was Sindbad.  The porter, whose fear was increased at the sight of so many people, and of a banquet so sumptuous, saluted the company tremblingly.  Sindbad bid him draw near, and setting him down at his right hand, served him himself, and gave him excellent wine, of which there was good store upon the side-board.