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He was allowed every liberty, but his old tutor, Serujah, followed him without his knowledge, and watched his course. When Hazael reached the great city, he was dazzled with its splendors. The signs of wealth, the excitements of pleasure, and the influence of companions were too much for him.
He saw the crowds of pleasure-seekers, he was intoxicated with music, he was charmed with the beauty and conversation of giddy women. He forgot all the lessons of Serujah. He forgot all his noble resolutions. Days and nights were spent in pleasure and dissipation. In vain Serujah looked for any signs of amendment. He was a "fast" young man, fast because he was going down hill.
Serujah came up to the young prince, and taking his knapsack from his back, threw it upon the ground. "You have spoken rightly," he said. "Hazael, I once led you, and you followed me. Now, I follow where you lead. I have lost my road, and forgotten where I am going. So have you. You set me the example. You are wandering round without purpose.
One day, as he wandered in the pleasure gardens of Ispahan with his dissolute companions, he beheld his old master, Serujah, dressed as a pilgrim, with staff in hand, hurrying past him. "Whence come you, and whither do you journey?" cried out the young prince to Serujah. "I do not know where I am going," answered Serujah.
"What!" said Hazael, in astonishment, "have you left home and gone on a pilgrimage, and yet do not know where you are going?" "Oh, yes," said Serujah, "I just go here and there, taking the road that seems to be the pleasantest, or that suits my fancy." "But where will you come to at this rate? Where will such travelling lead you?" asked Hazael. "I do not know.
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