supreme sway over Cawnpore from June 6, 1857, till July 15th, and in that brief period committed some of the most atrocious deeds of treachery and deviltry that have ever been, recorded.  Backed by a horde of blood-thirsty mutineers, he committed deeds the memory of which causes tears of pity for his victims to come unbidden into the eyes of the English tourist thirty years after.  Delicate ladies, who from infancy had been the recipients of tender care and consideration, were herded together in stifling rooms with the thermometer at 120 deg. in the shade, marched through the broiling sun for miles, subjected to heart-rending privations, and at length finally butchered, together with their helpless children.  After the treacherous massacre of the few surviving Englishmen at the Suttee Chowra Ghaut, the remaining women and children were reserved for further cruelties, and the final act of Nana’s fiendish vengeance.  From the graphic account of this murderous period of Cawnpore’s history contained in the “Tourists’ Guide to Cawnpore” is quoted the following brief account of Nana’s consummate deed of devilment.

But the Nana’s reign of terror was now drawing to a close, though not to terminate without a stroke destined to make the civilized world shudder from end to end.  He was now to put the finishing touch to his work of mischief.  The councils of the wicked were being troubled.  Danger was on its way.  Stories were brought in by scouting Sepoys of terrible bronzed men coming up the Grand Trunk Road, before whose advance the rebel hosts were fleeing like chaff and dust before the fan of the threshing-floor, Futtehpore had fallen, and disaster had overtaken the rebel forces at Aoung.  Reinforcements were despatched by Nana in rapid succession, but all was of no avail—­on came Havelock and his handful of heroes, carrying everything before them in their determination to rescue the hapless women and children imprisoned at Cawnpore.  About noon on July 15th a few troopers came in from the south and informed Nana that his last reinforcement had met the same fate as the others, and reported that the English were coming up the road like mad horses, caring for neither cannon nor musketry; nor did these appear to have any effect on them.  The guilty Nana, with the blood of the recent treacherous massacre on his hands, grew desperate at the hopelessness of the situation, and called a council of war.  What plans could they devise to keep out the English? what steps could they adopt to stay their advance.  The conclusion arrived at in that council of human tigers could have found expression nowhere save in the brains of Asiatics, illogical, and diabolically cruel.  “We will destroy the maims and baba logues,” they said, “and inform the English force of it; they will then be disheartened, and go back, for they are only a handful in number!”