Fattipoor Sikri stands upon a hill; the fortress walls, the mosque, and other buildings can therefore be seen from a distance.  On both sides of the road, a short distance outside the walls, lie remains of houses or single apartments, fragments of handsome columns, etc.  With great regret I saw the natives breaking many of them, and converting them into building materials for their houses.

The entrance to the fortress and town was through three handsome gates, and over masses of rubbish and fragments.  The view which here presents itself is much more impressive than that at Pompeii, near Naples.  There, indeed, everything is destroyed, but it is another and more orderly kind of destruction—­streets and squares appear as clean as if they had only been abandoned yesterday.  Houses, palaces, and temples are free from rubbish; even the track of the carriages remain uneffaced.  Pompeii, moreover, stands on a plain, and it cannot, therefore, be seen at one glance; its extent, too, is scarcely half so great as that of Sikri; the houses are smaller, the palaces not so numerous, and inferior in splendour and magnitude.  But here a larger space is covered with magnificent buildings, mosques, kiosks, columned halls, and arcades, with everything that was in the power of art to create; and no single object has escaped the destructive influence of time—­all is falling into ruin.  It is scarcely more than two hundred years since the town was in a flourishing state of wealth and magnificence, and it is hardly possible to divest the mind of the idea of a terrible earthquake having overwhelmed it.  Unlike Pompeii, it was not covered by protecting ashes, but laid openly exposed to the weather.  My sadness and astonishment increased at every step—­sadness at the terrible destruction, astonishment at the still perceptible magnificence, the number of splendid buildings, the beautiful sculptures, and the rich ornaments.  I saw some buildings whose interior and exterior were so covered with sculptures, that not the smallest space remained bare.  The principal mosque exceeds in size and artistic construction even the Jumna Mosque in Agra.  The entrance porch in the fore-court is said to be the loftiest in the world.  The interior arch measures 72 feet, and the entire height amounts to 140 feet.  The fore-court of the mosque is also one of the largest existing; its length is 436 feet, its breadth 408; it is surrounded by fine arabesques and small cells.  This court is considered almost as sacred as the mosque itself, in consequence of the Sultan Akbar, “the just,” having been accustomed to pay his devotions there.  After his death, this spot was indicated by a kind of altar, which is of white marble, and of wonderful workmanship.

The mosque itself is built in the style of the Jumna Mosque, and has, like that, four enormous domes.  The interior is filled with sarcophagi, in which lie the remains either of relations or favourite ministers of the Sultan Akbar.  An adjoining court also contains a great number of sepulchral monuments.