MOORSHADABAD. 
is most unpleasant. At eight we departed in Mr. Pattle's coach and 
four for the city. Near the palace our palanquins were waiting to 
convey us the rest of the way, where a carriage could not advance. 
We passed through a mass of ruins to a tolerably handsome flight 
of steps, which led to a large apartment, divided by pillars, with a 
verandah overhanging the river. This has been recently repaired ; 
for when Lord Wellesley visited him, every beam was propped. 
The Nawaub advanced to meet me, embraced, and led me to a seat 
at his right hand. He is rather a handsome looking young man, 
and was plainly dressed in white muslin, with a rich string of 
emeralds round his neck, from the centre of which was suspended a 
"very fine pearl ; with four others of considerable magnitude at the 
end. He spoke but little, and is, I understand, a very reserved man. 
He inquired my age, where I had been, and when I meant to return 
home ; but there was a considerable pause between each question. 
Roy Monick Chund, the old Begum's confidential and head servant, 
was presented to me. He has been thirty years in her service, and 
is a very able man, with a countenance intelligent and mild. He 
' manages the old lady, who in her turn manages the Nawaub. 
As soon as we decently could, I made a motion to retire. Attar 
and pawn were presented. The former he offered to help me to, 
which I declined, as a mark of inferiority I could not allow. He 
seemed surprised ; but on my persevering, Mr. Pattle explained the 
circumstance, and he gave it to me to help myself. According to 
strict etiquette it ought to have been given me at the door, and 
standing, for the farther the advance before giving it, the higher the 
compliment. It is not the custom here to tender presents; his 
poverty would make it inconvenient 
