im in
Nuremberg and fitted it up completely. Not the least striking among the
appointments of his parlor were finely painted pictures, representing
the scenes in the inn, and Felix's life among the robbers.
There Felix lived as a clever goldsmith. The fame of his work, together
with the wonderful story of his heroism, brought him customers from all
parts of the realm. Many strangers, on coming to the beautiful city of
Nuremberg, found their way to the shop of the famous Master Felix, in
order to have a look at him, also to order an ornament made by him. But
his most welcome visitors were the forester, the compass-maker, the
student, and the wagoner. Whenever the latter travelled from Wuerzburg
to Fuerth, he stopped to speak with Felix. The huntsman brought him
presents from the countess nearly every year; while the compass-maker,
after wandering about in all lands, settled down with Felix.
One day they were visited by the student. He had grown to be an
important man in the country, but was not ashamed to drop in now and
then and take supper with Felix and the compass-maker. They lived over
again all the scenes in the forest inn, and the former student related
that he had seen the robber chief in Italy; he had improved very much
for the better, and served as a brave soldier under the King of Naples.
Felix was rejoiced to hear this. Without this man, it is true, he might
never have been placed in so dangerous a situation as in those days of
his captivity; but neither could he have escaped from the robber band
without his aid. And thus it was that the brave master goldsmith had
only peaceful and agreeable recollections of the _Inn in the Spessart_.
PART III.
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TALES OF THE PALACE.
TALES OF THE PALACE.
THE SHEIK'S PALACE AND HIS SLAVES.
Ali Banu, Sheik of Alessandria, was a singular man. When he passed down
the street of a morning, with a superb cashmere turban wound about his
head, and clad in a festival habit, and sash worth not less than fifty
camels, walking with slow and solemn steps, his forehead so contracted
that his eyebrows met, his eyes cast down, and at every fifth step
stroking his long black beard with a thoughtful air--when he thus took
his way to the mosque, to give readings from the Koran to the Faithful,
as required by
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