effect,) being settled, a commission of delegation, consisting chiefly of Mr. Vansittart and Major Calliaud, was sent up to Moorshedabad:  the new Governor taking this opportunity of paying the usual visit of respect to the Nabob, and in a manner which a new Governor coming into place would do, with the detail of which it is not necessary to trouble you.  Mr. Hastings was at this time at the durbar; and having everything prepared, and the ground smoothed, they first endeavored to persuade the Nabob to deliver over the power negotiated for into the hands of their friend Cossim Ali Khan.  But when the old man, frightened out of his wits, asked, “What is it he has bid for me?” and added, “I will give half as much again to save myself; pray let me know what my price is,”—­he entreated in vain.  They were true, firm, and faithful to their word and their engagement.  When he saw they were resolved that he should be delivered into the hands of Cossim Ali Khan, he at once surrenders the whole to him.  They instantly grasp it.  He throws himself into a boat, and will not remain at home an hour, but hurries down to Calcutta to leave his blood at our door, if we should have a mind to take it.  But the life of the Nabob was too great a stake (partly as a security for the good behavior of Cossim Ali Khan, and still more for the future use that might be made of him) to be thrown away, or left in the hands of a man who would certainly murder him, and who was very angry at being refused the murder of his father-in-law.  The price of this second revolution was, according to their shares in it, (I believe I have it here,) somewhere about 200,000_l._ This little effusion to private interest settled the matter, and here ended the second revolution in the country:  effected, indeed, without bloodshed, but with infinite treachery, with infinite mischief, consequent to the dismemberment of the country, and which had nearly become fatal to our concerns there, like everything else in which Mr. Hastings had any share.

This prince, Cossim Ali Khan, the friend of Mr. Hastings, knew that those who could give could take away dominion.  He had scarcely got upon the throne, procured for him by our public spirit and his own iniquities, than he began directly and instantly to fortify himself, and to bend all his politics against those who were or could be the donors of such fatal gifts.  He began with the natives who were in their interest, and cruelly put to death, under the eye of Mr. Hastings and his clan, all those who, by their moneyed wealth or landed consideration, could give any effect to their dispositions in favor of those ambitious strangers.  He removed from Moorshedabad higher up into the country, to Monghir, in order to be more out of our view.  He kept his word pretty well, but not altogether faithfully, with the gentlemen; and though he had no money, for his treasury was empty, he gave obligations which are known by the name of jeeps—­(the Indian vocabulary will by degrees become familiar