"Ho, furoshes! carry out Loll Mahommed Khan, give him a hundred dozen on the soles of his feet, set him upon a white donkey, and carry him round the camp, with an inscription before him: 'This is the way that Holkar rewards the talkative.'" I breathed again; and ever as I heard each whack of the bamboo falling on Loll Mahommed's feet, I felt peace returning to my mind, and thanked my stars that I was delivered of this danger.
"Vizier," said Holkar, who enjoyed Loll's roars amazingly, "I owe you a reparation for your nose: kiss the hand of your prince, O Saadut Alee Beg Bimbukchee! be from this day forth Zoheir u Dowlut!" The good old man's eyes filled with tears.

"I can bear thy severity, O Prince," said he; "I cannot bear thy love.

Was it not an honor that your Highness did me just now when you condescended to pass over the bridge of your slave's nose ?" The phrase was by all voices pronounced to be very poetical.

The Vizier retired, crowned with his new honors, to bed.

Holkar was in high good humor.
"Bobbachy," said he, "thou, too, must pardon me.