Distemper could not have been well removed by a softer Remedy.

No sooner was _Zeokinizul_ of Age, but the _Kam_ delivered up to him the
Government of the Kingdom, which by his Care and Munificence, was the
Abode of the polite Arts, of which he had declared himself the
Protector. Nay more, he induced the young King to chuse himself a
Consort; and thus he refuted the base Views which his Enemies had
fathered on him.

Scarce was this important Affair finished, when the _Kam_ of _Anserol_,
as if this World could afford no Addition to his Glory, died suddenly,
as he had always desired. His Enemies laid hold of this Circumstance, to
revile him, even in his Grave. They spread a Report, that his Intention
was to poison the King, by a Liquor which he was to drink along with
him, but that by a fortunate Mistake of the Cups, he had fallen the
Victim of his own Contrivance. The young King could not hear such
atrocious Insults without Horror. He threatened the severest Punishments
to any one who should dare to blacken the Character of this great
Prince, and he himself never mentioned his Name but with Words of the
highest Esteem, and the warmest Acknowledgment.

The joyful _Kofirans_ promised themselves, from the hopeful Inclinations
of _Zeokinizul_, a Reign no less happy than the preceding; but by a
Fatality, not uncommon amongst them, the young Monarch was so fond of an
old _Mollak_, formerly his Tutor, of a very insinuating but hypocritical
Humility, that he entirely remitted to him the whole Management of his
Kingdom. This old Wretch, whose predominate Passion was Avarice, loaded
the People with Taxes. And as a War would not allow him to embezzle at
will the public Treasures, he never would enter into one unless utterly
impossible to be avoided. And then, with so much Niggardliness, and so