word in these pages of Secundra Dass. One fact, it is to observe,

appears here very clearly, which if we had known some twenty years

ago, how many calamities and sorrows had been spared! - that

Secundra Dass spoke English.

CHAPTER VII. - ADVENTURE OF CHEVALIER BURKE IN INDIA.

Extracted from his Memoirs.

. . . Here was I, therefore, on the streets of that city, the name

of which I cannot call to mind, while even then I was so ill-

acquainted with its situation that I knew not whether to go south

or north. The alert being sudden, I had run forth without shoes or

stockings; my hat had been struck from my head in the mellay; my

kit was in the hands of the English; I had no companion but the

cipaye, no weapon but my sword, and the devil a coin in my pocket.

In short, I was for all the world like one of those calendars with

whom Mr. Galland has made us acquainted in his elegant tales.

These gentlemen, you will remember, were for ever falling in with

extraordinary incidents; and I was myself upon the brink of one so

astonishing that I protest I cannot explain it to this day.

The cipaye was a very honest man; he had served many years with the

French colours, and would have let himself be cut to pieces for any

of the brave countrymen of Mr. Lally. It is the same fellow (his

name has quite escaped me) of whom I have narrated already a

surprising instance of generosity of mind - when he found Mr. de

Fessac and myself upon the ramparts, entirely overcome with liquor,

and covered us with straw while the commandant was passing by. I

consulted him, therefore, with perfect freedom. It was a fine

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