The Muhammadan’s tomb is large and handsome, and built of red sandstone, inlaid with marble, but without any cupola, that there may be no curtain between him and heaven when he gets out of his ’last long sleep’ at the resurrection.[4] Not far from his tomb is another, over the bones of a pilgrim they call Ganj-i-fann, or the granary of science.  Professional singers and dancers attend it every Friday afternoon, and display their talents gratis to a large concourse, who bestow what they can in charity to the poor, who assemble on all these occasions to take what they can get.  Another much frequented tomb lies over a Muhammadan saint, who has not been dead more than three years, named Gohar Sah.  He owes his canonization to a few circumstances of recent occurrence, which are, however, universally believed.  Mr. Smith, an enterprising merchant of Meerut, who had raised a large windmill for grinding corn in the Sadr Bazar, is said to have abused the old man as he was one day passing by, and looked with some contempt on his method of grinding, which was to take the bread from the mouths of so many old widows.  ‘My child,’ said the old saint, ’amuse thyself with this toy of thine, for it has but a few days to run.’  In four days from that time the machine stopped.  Poor Mr. Smith could not afford to set it going again, and it went to ruin.  The whole native population of Meerut considered this a miracle of Gohar Sah.  Just before his death the country round Meerut was under water, and a great many houses fell from incessant rain.  The old man took up his residence during this time in a large sarai in the town, but finding his end approach, he desired those who had taken shelter with him to have him taken to the jungle where he now reposes.  They did so, and the instant they left the building it fell to the ground.  Many who saw it told me they had no doubt that the virtues of the old man had sustained it while he was there, and prevented its crushing all who were in it.  The tomb was built over his remains by a Hindoo officer of the court, who had been long out of employment and in great affliction.  He had no sooner completed the tomb, and implored the aid of the old man, than he got into excellent service, and has been ever since a happy man.  He makes regular offerings to his shrine, as a grateful return for the saint’s kindness to him in his hour of need.  Professional singers and dancers display their talents here gratis, as at the other tombs, every Wednesday afternoon.

The ground all round these tombs is becoming crowded with the graves of people, who in their last moments request to be buried (zer-saya) under the shadow of these saints, who in their lifetime are all said to have despised the pomps and vanities of this life, and to have taken nothing from their disciples and worshippers but what was indispensably necessary to support existence—­food being the only thing offered and accepted, and that taken only when they happened to be very hungry.  Happy indeed was