armies during the contests for dominion that followed the death of the Emperors, and during the decline and fall of the empire.  The Jats found the morasses with which they were surrounded here a source of strength.  They emigrated from the banks of the Indus about Multan, and took up their abode by degrees on the banks of the Jumna, and those of the Chambal, from their confluence upwards, where they became cultivators and robbers upon a small scale, till they had the means to build garrisons, when they entered the lists with princes, who were only robbers upon a large scale.  The Jats, like the Marathas, rose, by a feeling of nationality, among a people who had none.  Single landholders were every day rising to principalities by means of their gangs of robbers; but they could seldom be cemented under one common head by a bond of national feeling.

They have a noble quadrangular garden at Dig, surrounded by a high wall.  In the centre of each of the four faces is one of the most beautiful Hindoo buildings for accommodation that I have ever seen, formed of a very fine sandstone brought from the quarries of Rupbas, which he between thirty and forty miles to the south, and eight or ten miles west of Fathpur-Sikri.  These stones are brought in in flags some sixteen feet long, from two to three feet wide, and one thick, with sides as flat as glass, the flags being of the natural thickness of the strata.  The garden is four hundred and seventy-five feet long, by three hundred and fifty feet wide; and in the centre is an octagonal pond, with openings on the four sides leading up to the four buildings, each opening having, from the centre of the pond to the foot of the flight of steps leading into them, an avenue of jets d’eau.

Dig as much surpassed, as Bharatpur fell short of, my expectations.  I had seen nothing in India of architectural beauty to be compared with the buildings in this garden, except at Agra.  The useful and the elegant are here everywhere happily blended; nothing seems disproportionate, or unsuitable to the purpose for which it was designed; and all that one regrets is that so beautiful a garden should be situated in so vile a swamp.[7] There was a general complaint among the people of the town of a want of ‘rozgar’ (employment), and its fruit, subsistence; the taking of Bharatpur had, they said, produced a sad change among them for the worse.  Godby observed to some of the respectable men about us, who complained of this, that happily their chief had now no enemy to employ them against.  ‘But what’, said they, ’is a prince without an army? and why do you keep up yours now that all your enemies have been subdued?’ ‘We want them’, replied Godby, ’to prevent our friends from cutting each other’s throats, and to defend them all against a foreign enemy.’  ‘True,’ said they, ’but what are we to do who have nothing but our swords to depend upon, now that our chief no longer wants us, and you won’t take us?’ ‘And what,’ said some shopkeepers, ’are