and intend to take a bribe in discharge of it.”  Now suppose Lord Cornwallis, who sits in the seat, and I hope will long, and honorably and worthily, fill the seat, which that gentleman possessed,—­suppose Lord Cornwallis, after never having complained of the insufficiency of his salary, and after having but two years ago said he had saved a sufficient competency out of it, should now tell you that 30,00_l._ a year was not enough for him, and that he was sinking into want and distress, and should justify upon that alleged want taking a bribe, and then make out a bill of contingent expenses to cover it, would your Lordships bear this?

Mr. Hastings has told you that he wanted to borrow money for his own use, and that he applied to Rajah Nobkissin, who generously pressed it upon him as a gift.  Rajah Nobkissin is a banian:  you will be astonished to hear of generosity in a banian; there never was a banian and generosity united together:  but Nobkissin loses his banian qualities at once, the moment the light of Mr. Hastings’s face beams upon him.  “Here,” says Mr. Hastings, “I have prepared bonds for you.”  “Astonishing! how can you think of the meanness of bonds?  You call upon me to lend you 34,000_l._, and propose bonds?  No, you shall have it:  you are the Governor-General, who have a large and ample salary; but I know you are a generous man, and I emulate your generosity:  I give you all this money.”  Nobkissin was quite shocked at Mr. Hastings’s offering him a bond.  My Lords, a Gentoo banian is a person a little lower, a little more penurious, a little more exacting, a little more cunning, a little more money-making, than a Jew.  There is not a Jew in the meanest corner of Duke’s Place in London that is so crafty, so much a usurer, so skilful how to turn money to profit, and so resolved not to give any money but for profit, as a Gentoo broker of the class I have mentioned.  But this man, however, at once grows generous, and will not suffer a bond to be given to him; and Mr. Hastings, accordingly, is thrown into very great distress.  You see sentiment always prevailing in Mr. Hastings.  The sentimental dialogue which must have passed between him and a Gentoo broker would have charmed every one that has a taste for pathos and sentiment.  Mr. Hastings was pressed to receive the money as a gift.  He really does not know what to do:  whether to insist upon giving a bond or not,—­whether he shall take the money for his own use, or whether he shall take it for the Company’s use.  But it may be said of man as it is said of woman:  the woman who deliberates is lost:  the man that deliberates about receiving bribes is gone.  The moment he deliberates, that moment his reason, the fortress, is lost, the walls shake, down it comes,—­and at the same moment enters Nobkissin into the citadel of his honor and integrity, with colors flying, with drums beating, and Mr. Hastings’s garrison goes out, very handsomely indeed, with the honors of war, all for the benefit of the Company.  Mr. Hastings consents to take the money from Nobkissin; Nobkissin gives the money, and is perfectly satisfied.