In memory of the heroic man, a temple was erected near the fortress, under ground, where he is interred.  Many pilgrims come here annually.  The temple is quite dark; lights or torches must be used on entering it.  It resembles, on the whole, a large handsome cellar, the roof of which rests upon a number of plain columns.  The walls are full of niches, which are occupied by idols and figures of deities.  A leafless tree is shown as a great curiosity, which grew in the temple and made its way through the stone roof.

I also visited a fine large garden, in which stood four Mahomedan mausoleums.  The largest contains a sarcophagus of white marble, which is surrounded by wooden galleries extremely richly and handsomely decorated with mother-of-pearl.  Here rests the Sultan Koshru, son of Jehanpuira.  Two smaller sarcophagi contain children of the sultan.  The walls are painted with stiff flowers and miserable trees, between which are some inscriptions.

One part of the wall is covered with a small curtain.  The guide pushed it with great devotion on one side, and showed me the impression of a colossal open hand.  He told me that a great-great-uncle of Mohamet once came here to pray.  He was powerful, large, and clumsy; when raising himself up, he stumbled against the wall and left the impression of his sacred hand.

These four monuments are said to be upwards of 250 years old.  They are constructed of large blocks of stone, and richly decorated with arabesques, friezes, reliefs, etc.  The sepulchre of Koshru and the impression of the hand are much venerated by the Mahomedans.

The garden afforded me more pleasure than the monuments—­especially on account of the enormous tamarind-trees.  I thought that I had seen the largest in Brazil, but the ground, or perhaps the climate, here appears more favourable to this species of trees.  Not only is the garden full of such magnificent specimens, but there are beautiful avenues of them round the town.  The tamarinds of Allahabad are even mentioned in geographical works.

On one side of the lofty wall which surrounds the garden, two caravansaries are built, which are remarkable for their beautiful high portals, their size, and convenient arrangement.  They presented an uncommonly lively appearance, containing people in all costumes, horses, oxen, camels, and elephants, and a large quantity of wares in chests, bales, and sacks.

10th January.  About 3 in the afternoon, we left Allahabad and continued our journey in a post-dock as far as Agra, with some short stoppages.  The distance is nearly 300 miles.

In twenty-two hours we reached Caunipoor (150 miles), on the Ganges, a town which is remarkable for its English settlement.

The journey so far offered little change, an uninterrupted richly-cultivated plain and an unfrequented road.  With the exception of a few companies of military, we did not meet a single traveller.