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Sekeena. 

 O Zu-ul-Jinnah, stained with blood! 

 What hast thou done with my father ? 

 Where lieth the crown of my delight? 

 My companion, my morning, my evening! 

 Where is the iman beloved of God ? 

 Where is the father of Sekeena ? 

 WE'ere is the bright taper of Sekeena's nights, 

 Where is the support, the comfort of thy daughter? 

 Alas ! I am now an unfortunate orphan ! 

 My father, my protector, is no more! 



Soon after my arrival at Baroche, I purchased a small house 

 and some land in the village of Vezel-poor, about a mile from 

 the city, situated between two English gardens bounded on the 

 north by a ruined mosque and sacred grove, the occasional retire- 

 ment of an English gentleman from Baroche, and on the south 

 by the Nerbuddah, there near a mile broad. My garden occu- 

 pied about six acres; I formed it as much as possible after the 

 English taste, and spared no pains to procure plants and flowers 

 from different parts of India and China: it contained several 

 large mango, tamarind, and burr-trees, which formed a delightful 

 shade; besides a variety of smaller fruit-trees and flowering-shrubs. 

 At the southern extremity a bower, elevated on a mount overlooking 

 the river, commanded an extensive view of the plains of Occlaseer, 

 and a rich tract of country bounded by the Raje-Pipley hills. 

 Shade and water were my grand objects; without them there can 

 be no enjoyment in an Indian garden ; even wrtfi those advantages. 



