by silver, which will be stolen by her groom one by one.”  His first day’s march was to Futtehgunge, ("the mart of victory,” being the scene of the memorable battle in 1774, in which the English, as the bought allies of the Nawab Shoojah-ed-dowlah, defeated and slew the gallant Rohilla chief, Hafez-Rehmut;) and here he oracularly announced a discovery in gastronomy, of which it would be unpardonable not to give our readers the benefit.  “I used my farourite condiment, tomata sauce, with my beef; and to all who are ignorant of this delicious vegetable I may venture to recommend its sauce, as at once both wholesome and savoury, if eaten with anything but cranberry tart or apple pie!” It is melancholy to reflect how often the best efforts of genius are anticipated and rendered of no avail.  The colonel, when he penned this sentence with a heart overflowing with Epicurean philanthropy, was evidently unconscious that “chops and tomata sauce” were already familiar to the British public from the immortal researches of Mr Pickwick!

    [6] The year is not specified; but as the Ramazan is subsequently
    said to have ended March 25, it must have been in the year of the
    Hejra 1245, ansering to A.D. 1830.

Rampore, in the territory of which the colonel now found himself, is still a semi-independent state, the Nawab of which has a revenue of sixteen lacs of rupees, (L160,000,) while the city, being without the pale of English law, is “a city of refuge, a very Goshen of robbers, ... the streets are crowded with a mob of very handsome, idle, lounging fellows, having generally the fullest and finest jet-black beards and black mustaches in the world.  Many of these were handsomely dressed, and many (which struck me as a very curious fact) appeared clean!” These were the Pathans and Rohillas, partly descended from the original Moslem conquerors of India, and partly from those who have more recently migrated from Affghanistan and the adjoining countries.  The most athletic and warlike race among the Indian Mahommedans, and too proud of their blood to exercise any profession but that of arms, they are found in every town throughout Upper India, swaggering about with sword, shield, and matchlock, in the retinues of the native princes, and ready to join any enterprise, or flock to the standard of any invader, through whose means any prospect is afforded of shaking off the Feringhi yoke, and resuming their ancient predominance in the country which their forefathers won by their swords from the idolaters.  “They hate us with the most intense bitterness, and can any one be surprised at it?  We have taken their broad lands foot by foot.”  Few if any of these turbulent spirits are found in our European regular native army; their dislike to the cumbrous accoutrements and awkward European saddles operating equally, perhaps, with the severity of the drill and discipline to deter them; but they form the strength of the various corps of irregular horse—­a