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Dearest Sylvia,

we arrived here this morning

after a most melancholy journey.

Never shall I forget the picture of despair

poor Henry exhibited when we parted.

Do all in your power to comfort your dear brother,

my beloved fiancée.

Tell him, although I obey my mother's and my uncle's wishes,

still my heart in every climb will be true to him.

Oh Sylvia, how cruel is the sacrifice exacted

in our obedience to our parents.

To become my uncle's heir

I must journey to this distant India,

I am torn from all I hold dear,

my mother, my lover,

my friend.

- Heaven only knows how fondly I dwell on the prospect

of becoming the wife of your dear brother.

You may guess, but I pray you may never feel the anguish

caused by such a separation,

but it is decided

I can only supplicate heaven for a speedy return.

I must hasten for even now, I hear my good Eliza

and the porters coming to fetch our luggage.

- Mistress? - Come in, Eliza.

- Oh Miss Barlow, it's time, we sail within the hour.

The men wait without for our luggage.

- I know, dear Eliza, one minute more.

I must conclude my letter to Miss Carey in London

and then we shall depart.

- Must you go?

- Sweet girl would that I could,

but one must always respond to the call of duty.

Remember, Eliza, while it is true

that rank brings privilege, it also endows responsibility.

Now go and summon the men

and I will conclude my letter to Miss Sylvia.

Adieu my dear Sylvia, a long adieu.

The boat waits to convey us on board at the Motherbank,

as the captain calls it.

Farewell Sylvia,

comfort poor Henry.

When I think of him,

I feel what it is impossible to describe.

Your unhappy friend, Emily Barlow.

A messenger from Ali, Dey of Algiers

bearing a letter for Muzra, the munificent Bey of Tunis.

- Muzra, thy friend Ali greets thee

with ten thousand thanks for thy late present.

I allude to the Grecian maid,

for so she was.

The bearer of this dispatch has the care of a pair

of beautiful stallions, which I lately captured

from a tribe of Askulites who foolishly had made

an inroad into my territories from the desert.

I came upon them by surprise

and properly chastised their presumption.

Not more than a hundred escaped out of two thousand.

Indeed I was in no humor to spare them.

They having disturbed me in a scene of pleasure

for which there could be no pardon.

How dare these unwashed, uncouth nomad knaves

disturb the thousand and one nights of the Dey?

Muzra, my friend, they did

and dearly they paid for their error.

But more of this hereafter.

The Grecian slave, I rejoice to say again,

I found a pure maid.

- Mm.

Her virginity I sacrificed

to the Beiram feast of our Holy Prophet.

To cull her sweet flower

I was obliged to infuse an opiate in her coffee.

Again and again I thank you for the present.

Her beauties are indeed luxurious.

Mm.

In her soft embrace I find a sure solace

for my anxieties of state.

Mm.

But how strange it is, Muzra,

that these slaves whose destinies depend on our will,

rarely give that fervent return to our pleasure,

absolutely necessary

to the true voluptuous energy of enjoyment.

It is true, nature will always exert its power

over the softest sex,

and they frequently give way to its excitement.

But the pleasure they experience is merely animal.

Thus it is with Zelia,

so I have named your present,

and even in the height of our ecstasies,

a cloud seems to hang on her beauteous countenance,

clearly indicating that it is nature, not love

that creates her transport.

Ah, this knowledge considerably diminishes

the enjoyment her beauties afford me,

yet still she has become

extremely necessary to my pleasures.

Although the novelty of her charms has gone by

the certainty of having cropped her virgin rose

has created a lasting interest in my bosom,

which the dissolving luster and modest

bashful expression of her eyes daily increases.

Indeed, her charms frequently entice me

from the arms of another beauty, who I may say for these

last two months I have continually enjoyed

without the least abatement of my ardor.

True, this Greek maid has particular charms,

but she only serves as the whetstone to the knife

and sends me back to the embraces of my English slave

with redoubled vigor and zest.

In my next dispatch, I will give you an account

of my becoming possessed of this girl,

who has so enchanted thy friend's desires.

May our prophet have thee in his holy keeping.

Algiers, July 24, 1814.

Dearest Sylvia, I think I see the expression of surprise

on receiving my letter dated from this place.

Oh God, Sylvia, to what a wretched fate

has the intended kindness of my uncle

devoted your miserable, unfortunate friend.

Pity me Sylvia, pity my wretchedness.

You have no doubt heard of the cruel treatment

experienced by females who are unfortunate

to fall into the power of these barbarous Turks,

Particularly those who have any pretensions to beauty.

But it is utterly impossible for you, Sylvia,

to conjecture anything like my sufferings since we parted.

Pity me, my dear friend, my tears blot out the words

nearly as quick as I write them.

Oh God, Sylvia,

I have no longer claim to chastity.

Surely never, never, never was poor maid

so unfeelingly deprived of her virtue.

The very day the accursed pirate brought me to this place,

did the Dey, with cruel force in spite of my entreaties,

screams and supplications, deprive me of my virginity.

In vain I resisted with all the strengths

nature had bestowed on me, it was no use.

In vain I made the harem resound with my cries

no help or assistance came to succor your poor friend.

Until wearied out by struggling in defense of my innocence,

my strength at last completely failed me

and my powerful ravisher unrelentingly completed my undoing.

Unrelentingly completed my undoing.

Oh Sylvia, your poor friend is now

the polluted concubine of this circumcised Turk.

You are no doubt anxious to hear how I came into his power.

The story of my ruin is short.

The day after I wrote to you in Portsmouth,

upon losing sight of land, I became violently seasick

so much so that I could not even crawl upon deck.

In this state I continued about three weeks.

One day I heard a most unusual noise on deck

when on sending Eliza to learn the cause of it

a mate told her the ship was likely to be attacked

by Moorish pirates.

You may easily guess our terror at this information,

which turned out to be true.

Shortly, the discharge of the guns

with the shouts of the combatants

informed us the work of destruction was begun.

The firing continued

for a considerable time without intermission,

but on a sudden, the discharge of our guns was discontinued.

When the uproar, cries and groans on deck

became too horrid to describe, or to last long.

Or to last long.

On a sudden everything became quiet.

But a rush we heard coming toward the cabin,

oh too surely warned us of our approaching captivity.

In an instant, the door was burst open

and in rushed a crowd of armed Turks covered with blood.

Unable to longer sustain the various emotions,

which for the last two hours I had been agitated,

combined with the remains of my sickness

I fainted in the arms of Eliza.

Upon regaining my senses, I learned that we'd been captured

by an Algerine corsair

the pirate Abdullah spoke English very well.

I later learned this Barbarian was a renegade Englishman.

Oh, my country's great shame.

- Highness, thy captain whom thy have honored by

so appointing, would be immensely pleasured if thy would

accept his humble gift.

Two English females lately taken in the capture

of the last infidel ship.

Oh, terrible was my horror in this information,

my eyes flooded with tears.

The brute of a captain, to my tears, coolly remarked,

- Oh ho! What tears.

Ah, if you should happen to be a maid,

the Dey will make you cry in another way, I guess.

Mm-hmm.

- Their names?

- Miss Emily Barlow of London

and her servant, Eliza Gibbs.

They were the only two female passengers

aboard the ship bound for India.

Thy men were consigned to thy slave market.

- Miss Barlow, eh?

Thy gift pleases thy Dey.

I uh, shall keep Miss Barlow.

To my brother Muzra, Bey of Tunis,

I shall give the Gibbs girl.

I entrust her safe delivery to Muzra, to thy hands.

Lovely Christian.

When I return from the journey I'm about to make,

I shall no doubt be able to do justice to your charms.

Until then, I shall order everything

for your pleasure and amusement.

Do not indulge yourself, lovely one,

with any vain hopes of ransom,

for if the commander of the faithful were to order it,

I would not part with you.

The delicious odor of your virgin flower

is reserved for my enjoyment.

In a few days I shall return and then, lovely houri,

you must resign yourself without reluctance or coyness

to my fierce desires.

And in return, I will teach you such sweet pleasures

that you will soon cease to regret

having been thrown in my power.

- Do not be afraid,

it is only the castle batteries saluting the Dey.

The guns are fired whenever he leaves the city,

he's not expected to return for a fortnight.

Good night Miss Barlow.

- Good night, dear friend. Thank you for your kindness.

You cannot imagine my terror and despair

at this moment.

You see how I was lulled into security

that I might become an easy victim.

I felt assured the Dey had left Algiers,

the firing of the guns, the slaves' account

was all trumped up to lull me to my ruin,

all invented to throw me off my guard.

In short, he allowed me no time for reflection.

My shrieks must have been heard through the palace,

but no help was nigh to prevent my ruin.

What could a feeble maid like myself

effect against so powerful an antagonist?

Nothing.

For in less time than it takes to write this

did he forcibly extend my thighs

and place himself there between.

Oh God, even now

when it is all over,

and recomposed as I most certainly have been,

for my sufferings, I tremble at the bare recollection

of the dreadful anguish I suffered

when he reduced my chastity to a bleeding ruin.

I was a mere child in his arms.

As to strength, he moved and placed me

just as was convenient to his pleasure.

I felt his hand where no male hand had ever touched before.

Directly, he placed his arm around my neck

and drew my lips to his.

At this moment I was nearly insensible to everything he did,

so much were my feelings overcome by fear and shame.

But I was not doomed to remain long in this state

for I quickly felt him enforcing his way,

the fury that caused me to scream with anguish.

My petitions, supplications and tears were of no use.

I was on the altar, and butcher-like

he was determined to complete the sacrifice.

Indeed my cries seemed only to excite him

to the finishing of my ruin,

and kissing my lips with fury,

he unrelentingly rooted up all obstacles

my virginity offered.

I could bear the dreadful torment no longer.

I sunk insensibly into the arms of my cruel ravisher,

his every movement was accompanied by--

- Delicious creature.

Holy Mahomet, I thank thee.

Oh Ali, who would be without it.

There,

there,

sweet infidel.

And many other words in the Turkish language,

which I did not understand, until his fury

became so cruelly teasing that I a second time fainted.

I did not awake from the refreshing sleep

I so soundly fell into, until late the next morning.

Upon attempting to rise, I found I was unable from

the dreadful stiffness of the parts.

The slaves, Zelia and Honoria, assisted me to rise,

bathed and fed and comforted me through the day.

I learned that the Dey

was not expected to return for some time.

- Thank God.

By nightfall I had managed to regain

some of my composure.

And after a light dinner served by Honoria,

I was quite content and ready to retire.

I had just shut my eyes

when I felt his fierce kisses on my face,

and soon reasoned my second martyrdom was about to commence.

You may be assured from what I have already described of him

that I had nothing to expect

from supplication or entreaties.

Still I did not fail to use them,

supported by torrents of tears.

These he paid no attention to,

but crushed me to his naked chest.

Called me foolish and silly

to make such opposition to his pleasures.

- Reason a little.

Consider the indispensable necessity

that all loving creatures like yourself are under

to lose the sweet flower I so lately gathered from you,

which seems so dear to you.

Consider the great end that nature has created you for.

Lose over those unavailing tears,

which only delay your tasting of the sweetest joys.

Then you talk about your virtue.

Pray, can you tell me in what it consists?

Do you think if I enjoy you against your will,

you are a bit the more virtuous?

Or,

or is it that you're, you're so simple as to believe

that virtue depends on any part of your beautiful body

being a little more or a little less?

He then made me to understand what he meant.

Then he proceeded to place me in a position

to satisfy his desires.

Indeed, I found resistance of no avail.

I cannot give you anything

like a description of my suffering.

It was not long, Ali was ready to resume again.

I lay trembling,

expecting the return of my cruel torment,

but guess my astonishment.

Afterwards, he tenderly kissed me.

All his commanding and imperiousness

had given way to respectful, impassioned regards.

Although he still did just what he pleased,

there was still something in his manner

that I could not in any way account for the change.

Spite of my love for poor Henry,

or the repugnhance I naturally felt against the Dey

as the violator of my chastity,

In spite of my sufferings in his furious embraces,

the difference of our religions and ages

I blush to tell it.

But I'm obliged to own,

I felt a voluptuous softness in his kisses,

which acted as a balm,

soothing me for the pains I had suffered.

You, Sylvia, who are yet, I believe

an unexperienced maid,

can have no conception

of the seductive powers

of this wonderful instrument of nature.

This terror of virgins, the delight of women.

Indeed, there can be no description given

of the pure delight, I may even say agony of enjoyment.

I was soon taught

that it was the uncontrolled master key of my feelings.

My trembling quickly banished,

my confusion became breathless astonishment,

which with the rapidity of lightning

changed to a respect for my enjoyer

so submissive in its nature, that I already looked upon him

as the dispenser of my future destiny.

And my soul became so completely resigned to him

as securely as he enjoyed my body.

I was totally instructed in the softest pleasure

nature can to participate in.

My heart, my soul, my very being was melted.

My soul, my very being was melted.

I swam in a sea of thrilling delight

and enjoyment,

only known to the young maids just escaped

from the pangs of virginity.

With these, all my pains and fears vanished.

The remains of my virgin bashfulness,

the only thing that could throw any obstacle in the way

of my joys was soon banished by this luxurious novelty,

which so ravishingly filled my soul

with ecstasy and astonishment.

Although I had scarcely summoned up courage

to look my enjoyer in the face,

the warmth of my caresses

and tenderness of my Kkisses,

the voluptuous agitation

of my whole body,

all sufficiently satisfied him

how firmly the pleasure had fixed

its seductive influence on my senses.

And in the midst of our enjoyment,

at the very moment he had worked my feelings

into a state of delirium indescribable,

he suddenly stopped his ravishing,

luxurious movements

and kissed me with a softness

that rushed, thrilling to my heart, said...

- Lovely houri.

Will you pardon me for the little respect I paid you

in teaching you the mysteries of love?

Nearly fainting with the

joy I possessed,

I languishingly, for the first time,

ventured to lift my eyes, full into the face of my seducer,

but unable to bear the brilliant luster of his eyes

I hid my blushes in his bosom.

When he felt his pardon sealed by a burning kiss,

this unequivocal and tender acknowledgement

of his power over me,

rekindled all his nearly satisfied desires.

When, drawing my lips to his with a gust of passion

time can never obliterate remembrance of,

he made me feel him in a manner

so exquisitely touching

by such lovely and timely degrees.

- I love you.

- In honor for his highness Ali, the all powerful Dey of Algiers,

from Muzra, the munificent Bey of Tunis.

A pretty trick you have played on me.

By Mahomet's beard it is abominable.

To look at her,

who would have credited it?

Such a meek-eyed, timid-looking thing.

By Allah!

Ali, merely for thrusting my hands

into her breasts, did she fly into me like a tiger!

And my face was instantly furrowed by her cursed nails,

like unto a field new-plowed.

But I wrong you to suppose

you could have known what a terror she was.

If you had, you certainly would have communicated

the character of your present.

I may properly say,

she is tamed.

You shall now hear how this little vixen was subdued.

In a few days, my face was well,

and having given directions that she should be treated

with every possible respect.

This made my manner of proceeding with her

quite unexpected.

One morning the eunuchs conveyed her to my experiment room

where, before she could tell what they were about,

her hands were securely fastened together

and drawn above her head

through a pulley fixed in the ceiling.

There she stood, trembling with rage,

but unable to help herself.

I now drew a couch toward her

and began to inspect my little gift.

Oh Ali! What delicious transports, ah,

What delicious transports

shot through my veins at the voluptuous charms

exhibited to my ardent gaze.

Her lovely white was her round belly

and ivory swelling, delicate form of thighs.

What beautiful hair, soft and smooth as cygnet down.

The time had come to finish my little inspection of her.

I got up and began to undress her.

She appeared nearly choked with passion.

Her tears flowed down her beautiful face in torrents

but her rage was of no use.

Holy Mahomet!

What a glorious sight she exhibited!

Beautiful breasts finely placed,

sufficiently firm to support themselves.

Hair, shoulders, belly, thighs, legs.

Everything was deliciously voluptuous.

- Soon this lovely whiteness shall be mixed

with a crimson blush.

Ah, Alj, but what struck my fancy

was the beautiful whiteness,

roundness and swell of firm flesh

of her lovely little posterior.

Having directed two stout rods to be placed on the couch,

also a leather whip with several broad lashes.

Seizing the leather whip,

began to give her a good flogging.

Vain were her cries and supplications;

lash followed lash in rapid succession.

Mind you, I didn't want to hurt her.

After a while, I was quite ready.

I summoned the eunuchs.

Ali, oh Alj, there is something

very funny about these people.

I directed them to untie the precious girl

and place her on the couch.

It was accomplished as quick as ordered.

They retire, leaving me with my exhausted victim

to complete the sacrifice.

Ah, there is nothing on earth

so much enhances the joy with me

as to know the object that affords my pleasure, detests me,

but cannot help satisfy my desires.

But tears and looks of anguish

are sources of unutterable joy to me.

I was satisfied that she was a maid.

By Mahomet!

Europa was never half so well un-virgined.

Although love might have had the strength of a bull.

Ah, Ali, to know beyond dispute

that no Christian dog I know,

but myself have divided these

pouty, fresh, warm, casting and

gaping gates of pleasure.

Indeed, it was rapturous, rapturous beyond description.

Again and again, I drown myself in a sea of sensual delights,

in which it must be confessed

the sweet girl did not appearance, participate in.

I left her, but ordered the eunuchs

to take care of her until my return

from an excursion I was about to make to Bona.

In my next, I hope to give a better account of her.

Allah be with you.

The Greek and Italian slave girls are

my constant companions.

I will give you an outline of the history

of Honoria, the Italian.

She's a most lovely woman, gracefully formed

and fair as a lily.

Like myself, she was brought here by a pirate

and given to the Dey as part of tribute.

- Ludovico and I had been wed only two months.

The marriage had never been consummated

due to my dear husband having to leave Genoa immediately

after the ceremony, on a mission for the Duke.

Upon being ushered into the presence of the Dey,

he informed me in, to my great astonishment,

almost perfect Italian, that he intended to possess me.

Then he seized me about the waist, drawing my lips to his,

kissing me with such force that he nearly made me faint.

The suddenness of the attack

threw me into extreme confusion.

He threw me aside, got up

and called two of his eunuchs who came in immediately.

He gave them some orders in Turkish,

and they immediately seized my wrists

and bent me over the couch holding me firm.

By this time I had somewhat recovered from my confusion.

After this menace, he seated himself, drew me to his knees,

grabbed me about the waist, when I then resisted.

I could not possibly get away.

Would you believe it?

He began to flog me in so unmerciful a manner

that I could not restrain screams,

of which he took not the least notice, until he thought

he had sufficiently punished my first offense.

He then left off

and asked me if I would oppose his wishes again.

- Will you submit now, wench?

I could not at the moment answer him

even if death had been the consequence.

However, he allowed me very little time.

- Now? - But recommended

his flogg.ing again, saying...

- Oh, you are sullen are you? But I will subdue you.

I was directly relieved

from the position I was in and the eunuchs were dismissed.

When the Dey, just as if nothing had happened,

placed himself by my side.

- Curses on the Christian dog that has plucked your flower!

By Ali, I would've made any sacrifice to have possessed it.

How long have you been joined to the uncircumcised pig?

- Only two short months.

- Two months have these blushes been polluted then.

Well, I must be content with you even as you are,

indeed.

Indeed you are a feast fit for a monarch.

Kiss me.

- And when he discovered the truth about you?

- Holy Mahomet! You are a maid.

Whatever is the cause, Holy Mahomet,

I thank thee for this unexpected treasure,

but it shall not hang long on the stem for one to pluck.

- He then placed such a thrilling kiss on my lips,

it then threw me into the greatest confusion.

And by his most luxurious movement,

fiery kisses and strange touches of his hand,

it reduced me into the state of insensibility.

In this way, in one short night,

he taught me of the nature of love's

sacred mysteries

and the great end for which females are created.

Not long after, the Dey told me the Duke had offered

a huge ransom for my return,

and I could leave Algiers whenever I wished.

- How marvelous. When did this happen?

- About a year ago.

A letter for his highness Ali, the

all powerful Dey of Algiers,

from Muzra, the munificent Bey of Tunis!

- We need an unlisted number.

Ah, Ali, the English slave

has indeed been a fatal present to your friend.

You will scarcely credit the dreadful recompense

she has taken for her lost virginity.

Yes Ali, nothing but my life would satisfy her.

Doubtless her wishes will be gratified.

For I feel life ebbing fast from me.

I suppose that her spirit was quite subdued,

but I little knew the mind I had to contend with.

Or how terrible a retribution she would exact

for my trespass on her charms.

Several times I had enjoyed her in the daytime,

but had not spent a night with her.

One night, truly fatal for me,

I ordered the eunuchs to bring her to my sleeping apartment.

Oh, Ali, nothing could exceed the docility

mixed with the timid bashfulness of her behavior.

In the midst of my joys, she clasped me to her arms,

returning my Kkisses as ardently as they were given

and appearing to receive as much ecstatic pleasure

as she really gave.

But it was all deceit, to lull me to my destruction.

Wearied by the bliss, I sank by her side

ina delightful slumber,

from which I was awoken by the piercing of a knife

through my bosom.

She was leaning over me with a savage joy

brandishing the fatal instrument that had

already pierced my flesh

again and again it fell on my defenseless flesh.

Again the knife fell, unerring.

I shouted for help.

Two of my faithful companions answered my call.

The first paid with his life, when he tried to seize her.

The other overpowered her.

Weak with loss of blood

I still had strength enough to order

that she should not be hurt.

To prevent any ill usage to her

in case I should not recover.

I have sent her back to you.

- I can dictate no more at present.

If 1 should depart to paradise,

as you respect your friend,

let no one injure her.

Farewell. May happiness attend you, Muzra.

May happiness attend you, Muzra.

So Eliza and I are reunited.

The Bey of Tunis is recovering from his wounds.

Adieu, dear Sylvia. Emily Barlow.

- How dare she. She's nothing more

than a harem slut.

- A letter addressed to the English lady.

It arrived from France this morning.

- Good, good. You have done well.

Why should you insult me

by writing in the language you have?

Why annoy me with an account

of the libidinous scene

acted between you and the beast,

whose infamous and lustful acts

you so particularly describe?

- Abdullah, wait.

- Oh Alj, it's been almost twelve hours, now?

- Later, dear. But now a letter for you has arrived.

- Hmm?

- After you have read your letter, I will send for you.

- Oh yes, yes, yes.

I have to thank God the letters

fell into my hands,

else your infamy would have dragged another crime

on your guilty head

by the death of my dear brother,

who most certainly would have fallen

under the dreadful discovery had he

seen the letters first.

After you sailed, Henry's health became daily worse

and the physicians declared

that nothing but a warmer climate could save his life.

It was therefore determined

to pass the summer in the south of France.

We hired a most delightful cottage by the sea.

Here, Henry's health has daily improved

and we are in high hopes of his entire recovery.

God knows what the result will be

when he hears of your debased situation.

I take long walks by the sea, daily.

It is truly lovely here.

I have instructed the postmaster here

not to remit Henry to receive any letters from you.

I therefore feel sure that none of your vile letters

can fall into his hands.

Make no delay in letting me know

if you wish to escape from the wretch

who thus holds you in his thralldom.

I subscribe myself still your friend,

if you deserve it.

Sincerely, Emily Barlow.

- Oh, oh, help!

- Very strange.

- What's the matter, Miss Emily?

- A week has passed since I've seen the Dey.

Where's the Dey? Why hasn't he come to see me?

- I wouldn't know, dearie,

the Dey and I don't have too much in common.

- Good evening, my dear. I have a surprise for you.

- Sylvia!

Well, what have you got to say for yourself?

- It's too good for the Christians.

- Tonight, ladies, I think we shall try something different.

I would like all three of you to uh, participate.

On second thought,

our Holy Prophet cautions us against gluttony.

Eliza, you uh, had better remain here.

- Poor Eliza. - Poor Eliza.

Oh, please let her come with us, please.

It'll be such fun, please.

- Well,

no, let's get on with it.

- But why? - Because dear ladies,

discretion is the better part of valor.

- I do wonder what dear Ali is into tonight.

- He is with Zelia.

- The Greek girl.

Oh, that's a change for him.

- Vengeance is mine.

- Now I am one of you.

Get me to the surgeon before I perish.

You are free.

The French ship sails today for Toulon.

The best cabins have been reserved for you.

It is best this way,

no longer can you,

can you do anything for me.

Nor I for you.

- But Ali, dear Ali, will need someone to take care of you.

- It has been arranged.

Who?

- Good. It is decided then.

- May I ask just one question?

- Of course. - Zelia, what did you do?

- After I was assured by the surgeons

that I would not perish.

Although there's very little to live for now,

I learned of the treachery of my,

my former good friend Muzra, who while I was unconscious

and near death, did try to invade my territories.

However I forgive him

and to prove my forgiveness,

I made him a present of Zelia.

And dearest Emily

and sweet Sylvia,

that you will always remember thy Ali,

along with many other jewels

I bequeath thee these.

- There's a man with class.