very great; and if they did not get them, the evil would be great to themselves, since they would be encouraged to entertain hopes that could not be realized.  Better let them shift for themselves and quietly sink among the crowd.  They would only become rallying points for the dissatisfaction and multiplied sources of disaffection; everywhere doing mischief, and nowhere doing good.  Let loose upon society, they everywhere disgust people by their insolence and knavery, against which we are every day required to protect the people by our interference; the prestige of their name will by degrees diminish, and they will sink by and by into utter insignificance.  During his stay at Jubbulpore, Kambaksh, the nephew of the Emperor, whom I have already mentioned as the most sensible member of the family,[30] did an infinite deal of good by cheating almost all the tradesmen of the town.  Till he came down among them with all his ragamuffins from Delhi, men thought the Padshahs and their progeny must be something superhuman, something not to be spoken of, much less approached, without reverence.  During the latter part of his stay my court was crowded with complaints; and no one has ever since heard a scion of the house of Timur spoken of but as a thing to be avoided—­a person more prone than others to take in his neighbours.  One of these kings, who has not more than ten shillings a month to subsist himself and family upon, will, in writing to the representative of the British Government, address him as ’Fidwi Khas’, ‘Your particular slave’; and be addressed in reply with ’Your majesty’s commands have been received by your slave.’[31]

I visited the college which is in the mausoleum of Ghazi-ud-din, a fine building, with its usual accompaniment of a mosque and a college.  The slab that covers the grave, and the marble screens that surround the ground that contains it, are amongst the most richly cut things that I have seen.  The learned and pious Muhammadans in the institution told me in my morning visit that there should always be a small hollow in the top of marble slabs, like that on Jahanara’s, whenever any of them were placed over graves, in order to admit water, earth, and grass; but that, strictly speaking, no slab should be allowed to cover the grave, as it could not fail to be in the way of the dead when summoned to get up by the trumpet of Azrail on the day of the resurrection.’[32] ‘Earthly pride,’ said they, ’has violated this rule; and now everybody that can afford it gets a marble slab put over his grave.  But it is not only in this that men have been falling off from the letter and spirit of the law; for we now hear drums beating and trumpets sounding even among the tombs of the saints, a thing that our forefathers would not have considered possible.  In former days it was only a prophet like Moses, Jesus, or Muhammad, that was suffered to have a stone placed over his head.’  I asked them how it was that the people crowded to