On the morning after the restoration of Aladdin’s palace, the sultan was looking out of his window, and mourning over the fate of his daughter, when he thought that he saw the vacancy created by the disappearance of the palace to be again filled up.
Rubbing his eyes he looked again and was convinced beyond the power of doubt that it was his son-in-law’s palace. Joy and gladness succeeded to sorrow and grief. He at once ordered a horse to be saddled, which he mounted that instant, and with a half dozen attendants rode over to the palace.
Aladdin rose that morning by daybreak, put on one of the most magnificent habits his wardrobe afforded, and went up into the hall of twenty-four windows, where he waited till he saw the sultan approaching, receiving him at the entrance to the court, and helping him to dismount.
He led the sultan into the princess’s apartment. The happy father embraced her with tears of joy. After a short interval, devoted to mutual explanations of all that had happened, the sultan restored Aladdin to his favor, and expressed his regret for the harshness with which he had treated him. “My son,”
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