With liberal hand he was dispensing his charities.
"Take what you need; eat, drink, do not stint; there is more where this has come from; it is not mine; God has lent it me for the good of all." With such words, graciously spoken, he served out the provisions according to his habit, and only departed from his daily custom in piling the measures higher, and in saluting the people by titles--Sid, Sidi, Mulai, and the like--in degree as their clothes were poor and ragged.

It was a mad heart that spoke so, but also it was a big one.
From that time forward he looked upon the prisoners as his guests, and when fresh prisoners came to the prison he always welcomed them as if he were host there and they were friends who visited him.

"Welcome!" he would say; "you are very welcome.

The place is your own.

Take all.