“I am your uncle; your worthy father was my own brother.  I have been many years abroad, and now I am come home with the hopes of seeing him, you tell me he is dead.  I assure you it is a sensible grief to me to be deprived of the comfort I expected.  But it is some relief to my affliction, that as far as I can remember him, I knew you at first sight, you are so like him; and I see I am not deceived.”  Then he asked Alla ad Deen, putting his hand into his purse, where his mother lived; and as soon as he had informed him, gave him a handful of small money, saying, “Go, my son, to your mother, give my love to her, and tell her that I will visit her to-morrow, if I have time, that I may have the satisfaction of seeing where my good brother lived so long, and ended his days.”

As soon as the African magician left his newly-adopted nephew, Alla ad Deen ran to his mother, overjoyed at the money his uncle had given him.  “Mother,” said he, “have I an uncle?” “No, child,” replied his mother, “you have no uncle by your father’s side, or mine.”  “I am just now come,” said Alla ad Deen, “from a man who says he is my uncle by my father’s side, assuring me that he is his brother.  He cried and kissed me when I told him my father was dead; and to shew you that what I tell you is truth,” added he, pulling out the money, “see what he has given me.  He charged me to give his love to you, and to tell you, if he has any time to-morrow, he will come and pay you a visit, that he may see the house my father lived and died in.”  “Indeed, child,” replied the mother, “your father had a brother, but he has been dead a long time, and I never heard of another.”

The mother and son talked no more then of the African magician; but the next day Alla ad Deen’s uncle found him playing in another part of the town with other children, and embracing him as before, put two pieces of gold into his hand, and said to him, “Carry this, child, to your mother, tell her that I will come and see her tonight, and bid her get us something for supper; but first shew me the house where you live.”

After Alla ad Deen had shewed the African magician the house, he carried the two pieces of gold to his mother, and when he had told her of his uncle’s intention, she went out and bought provisions; and considering she wanted various utensils, borrowed them of her neighbours.  She spent the whole day in preparing the supper; and at night when it was ready, said to her son, “Perhaps your uncle knows not how to find our house; go and bring him if you meet with him.”

Though Alla ad Deen had shewed the magician the house, he was ready to go, when somebody knocked at the door, which he immediately opened:  and the magician came in loaded with wine, and all sorts of fruits, which he brought for a dessert.