LETTER CLX. Solin to Usbek, at Paris.

MY resolution is taken, thy misfortunes will shortly vanish; I am preparing to punish. I already feel a secret joy: my soul and thine will shortly be appeased; we will exterminate the criminal, and even the innocent shall shudder. O you, who seem to be made for nothing but to be ignorant of your own senses, and offended at your desires, eternal victims of shame and modesty, why cannot I make you enter this unhappy

seraglio, to see your surprize at the torrents of blood I am going to shed!

From the seraglio at
Ispahan, the 8th of the moon of the first Rebiab,
1720.