at present, to interfere by force, reluctantly
withdrew.

Lutfullah's memory is wonderfully tenacious
of acts of kindness, and alas, of affronts,
especially when offered by a foreigner.
Indeed, he judges the English by a stricter
standard, in all their dealings with himself,
than he applies to his own countrymen; and
every hasty word of a testy commandant,
every instance of neglect by a governor or
envoy, is minutely registered at the distance
of a quarter of a century. Yet Lutfullah,
so sensitive in his dealings with his Christian
masters, was not disposed to tolerate
familiarity from the inferior classes of
his countrymen; and on one occasion,
when a tired pedestrian, in mean clothes,
with a valise on his shoulder, accosted
him at the door of the Scinde Residency,
Lutfullah roughly repulsed him as a
beggarly traveller. However, seeing the man
sit down very humbly under a tree, and
begin to eat a crust of bread, Lutfullah
relented, and sent him some curry by a
servant, who brought word that the shabby
pilgrim had vanished. Lutfullah was
summoned to the Residency, and there, wonder
of wonders! sat beside the Resident,
that ragged Moslem adventurer, in a scarlet
British uniform. The supposed poor-
pilgrim was merely an admirable linguist,
making his way from India to Constantinople
on foot, and disguised.

On his return from Scinde, Lutfullah took
service with Mîr Jafir Ali Khan, a son-in-law
of the old Nawab of Surat; and when the old
Nawab died, and a decree of Lord
Ellenborough's abolished the titular dignity and
pension of the family, it was resolved that
Mîr Jafir Ali Khan should repair to England,
to urge his claims in person. Accordingly,
in eighteen hundred and forty-four, Lutfullah
accompanied his chief on board a steamer
that the young prince had chartered, to convey
himself and his suite from Bombay to
Ceylon, where they were to be transferred to
a packet of the Peninsular and Oriental
Company. Besides Lutfullah, an Englishman
had been engaged as secretary and
interpreter, and a grave old physician, Badr'uddeen,
accompanied the party.

The voyage to Ceylon was rough but
short, and our Mahommedan voyagers were
delighted with the island; though fairly
driven out of an English hotel in Colombo,
by the agonising sight of a herd of the
unclean beasts that were grunting and
wallowing in the yard. Of swine, Lutfullah
had, in fact, a still more rabid hatred than
his countrymen in general; and tries very
hard to prove, by the Old and New Testaments,
that pork is prohibited meat for
Christians.

He was charmed with the comforts he met
on board the Bentinck; but, in spite of all
the attention of the officers and the excellence
of the vessel, his English friends distressed
him. They were too great eaters, and could
make, he declares, six meals a-day. In India
he had been used to look on them as a
gluttonous race, and to call them the " omnivorous"
English, the "carnivorous" English,
and so forth; but the sea-air had apparently
sharpened their appetites to a shocking
extent.

At Aden, when the Arabs brought donkeys
for the passengers to ride from the jetty to
the town, the travellers were scandalised.
To ride an ass in India is a still more
disgraceful act than it is reckoned among
Spanish hidalgos; and Mîr Jafir Ali Khan,
who weighed seventeen stone, lifted up the
little animal, as the Arab driver asked him to
mount, and called all the imaums to witness
that he was fitter to carry the beast than the
beast was to carry him.

On the voyage up the Red Sea, at the
hour of evening prayer, Lutfullah, more
learned than his comrades, turned to the
east to repeat his Namsy. This was too
much for the more unlettered Indians. It
was in vain that Lutfullah pointed out the
Arab pilot, who was praying, with his
bronzed face turned eastward. Jeering and
reproach greeted the absurd heresy which
dared to assert that Mecca could be at any
point of the compass, save the west, as in
India. Lutfullah must be drunk—must be
mad—must be turning Kaffir. However, the
rough old Arab pilot ended the dispute by
bidding the Indians turn eastward, like
every true believer in Egypt, or else " prepare
themselves for hell-fire," for saying Mecca lay
to the west.

In Egypt the voyagers had an interview
with Mehemet Ali, at his palace of Shubra,
and were much impressed by the sight of a
man so renowned. And, on the fourteenth of
May, they landed at Southampton, and set
out from their hotel to see the town. The
curiosity of the crowds that collected
annoyed them so much that old Doctor Badr'uddeen
was desirous to pelt stones at the
inhabitants, but was checked by Lutfullah. The
journey by railway to London delighted the
young Nawab and his followers. They did
not know which to admire most,—the verdure
of the country or the method of travelling by
which fatigue was avoided.

During their stay in England, the Nawab
and his attendants saw as many lions as
possible, and were pleased with what they saw.
They gave themselves up for lost at the
Diorama, believing themselves in a wizard's cave;
they were charmed by Herr Döbler, while
justly declaring the superiority of the jugglers
of India; and when Lutfullah descended in the
diving-bell, at the Polytechnic, his sorrowing
countrymen mourned him as one drowned
until by magic he was restored to them. To
describe how the Orientals were hospitably
entertained, night after night, how they were
introduced to people of high rank, how
Lutfullah was enraptured by the view of St.