Aladdin and the Wonderful Lamp

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There once lived a poor tailor, who had a son called Aladdin, a careless, idle boy who would do nothing but play all day long in the streets with little idle boys like himself.  This so grieved the father that he died; yet, in spite of his mother's tears and prayers, Aladdin did not mend his ways.  One day, when he was playing in the streets as usual, a stranger asked him his age, and if he was not the son of Mustapha the tailor.  "I am, sir," replied Aladdin; "but he died a long while ago."  On this the stranger, who was a famous African magician, fell on his neck and kissed him saying: "I am your uncle, and knew you from your likeness to my brother. Go to your mother and tell her I am coming."  Aladdin ran home and told his mother of his newly found uncle.  "Indeed, child," she said, "your father had a brother, but I always thought he was dead." ...