Their companion, the hope and prop of his family, had sunk under the fatigue, and they had made a grave for him; but they were poor unlettered men, and unable to repeat the funeral service from the holy Koran-would his Highness but perform this last office for them, he would, no doubt, find his reward in this world and the next.

The Mogul dismounted--the body had been placed in its proper position, with its head towards Mecca.

A carpet was spread--the Mogul took off his bow and quiver, then his pistols and sword, and placed them on the ground near the body--called for water, and washed his feet, hands, and face, that he might not pronounce the holy words in an unclean state.

He then knelt down and began to repeat the funeral service, in a clear, loud voice.

Two of the poor soldiers knelt by him, one on each side in silence.