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is unpopular in the country, and the Frenchmen, by whom the regular troops are officered, are viewed with a jealous eye by the Seik Sirdars, whom they have supplanted in posts of military authority. The whole of the improvements in the administration, both military and civil, are, in fine, hitherto regarded by the great body of the Seiks as at best but hazardous innovations and it would require the hand and head of a vigorous and talented successor to carry out to the full extent the system which Runjeet Singh has introduced. But his only legitimate son, Kurruck Singh, so far from possessing the qualifications which would enable him to grasp the sceptre of his father, is "almost imbecile, illiterate, and inanimate," "takes no share in politics, and conciliates no party.' There is, however, an adopted son, Shere Singh, now governor of Cashmere, whose frank and martial character, and unbounded generosity, have given him great popularity among the soldiery, of which he will doubtless endeavour to avail himself on the death of the Raja, in order to set aside the legitimate son, and seize the kingdom for himself. But this will scarcely be effected without a civil war; and in the confusion thus produced, it may naturally be expected that the numerous partizans of the ancien régime will make an effort to oust both the aspirants to monarchy, and restore the old constitution in Church and State. What the result of the struggle may be, cannot of course be foreseen; but it is the opinion of Burnes, the latest and most accurate traveller who has visited these regions, that, "If Shere Singh does not secure a supremacy, this kingdom will probably relapse into its former state of anarchy and small republics," or "be subjected by some neighbouring power." The accession of the Punjab to our own territories, in which all past experience demonstrates that such a state of things must inevitably terminate, would be an acquisition in every point of view most invaluable to the security of British power. Its numerous rivers, and the unrivalled fecundity of the soil fertilized by their waters, have caused the Punjab to be frequently denominated the Netherlands of India; and the pertinacity with which the successive lines of defence, afford.

ed by these rivers, were defended by the natives, in early ages against Alexander, and in later times against the incursions of the early Moslem conquerors, has given the country an additional feature of resemblance to that battle field of Europe. The extension of the British frontier to the Indus, would give our territory a well defined and defensible boundary, with a series of positions in its rear, which, even if the Indus were crossed by an invading army, would require to be forced in detail; at present, there is not a single fortress, not a river or a mountain, between Delhi and our frontier-station of Loodiana, which could check an invader's progress after crossing the Suttege. Besides the natural advantages to be derived from the possession of the country, the Seiks, naturally martial, and unencumbered by the privileges of caste, &c., which fetter the Hindoo population, would furnish an inexhaustible supply of hardy soldiers to fill the ranks of our native armies; the abundant and regular pay, and the care with which the comforts of the soldiery are provided for, would render our service more popular than that of the disciplined troops of the present Raja, where the pay is often in arrear, and the discipline does not extend beyond the parade ground. Runjeet himself, indeed, once shrewdly remarked to an English visitant at Lahore, that a regular army did not suit the habits of an Eastern prince, as it could not be regularly paid; and some of the Seik officers, at the interview between the Raja and Lord William Bentinck, expressed great astonishment at being told, in answer to an inquiry whether the English troops often clamoured for their pay, that such conduct would be considered mutinous, and visited with severe punishment.

But whatever may be the future destinies of the Punjab, it is fortunate that the shock of the impending war must fall on its soil, in case of a temporary reverse, rather than on any of the districts under the sway of the British. In removing the seat of the conflict to a distance from our territories, the authorities have, beyond all controversy, acted wisely. It is a favourite notion in England, that our equitable institutions and impartial administration of justice, with the security of life and property thereby

afforded, as contrasted with the alternate anarchy and despotic tyranny previously prevailing, have made our rule so popular with the bulk of our Indian subjects, as to ensure their adherence in the event of a foreign invasion; but this is well known to be a mere delusion by those who are practically acquainted with the country. It may be true that the native merchants of Calcutta, and the cultivators of Hindostan Proper, feel some degree of gratitude and attachment to a government under which they are exempt from the various forms of oppression and extortion still exercised in Oude and other semi-independent states; but even among these classes considerable distrust and discontent has lately been excited by the vexatious inquiries instituted as to the tenure of their lands; and at any time, or under any ruler, any thing like European feelings of patriotism and loyalty are utterly out of the question. But in the northern and north-western provinces, on which the storm of invavasion would first burst, the case is widely different.

The warlike and turbulent tribes of Rajpootana, forming the military caste of the Hindoo nation, foiled all the efforts of the Emperors of Delhi to complete their subjugation. Even now their principal sovereignties acknowledge only a slight and reluctant dependence on the British power, and would rise against it on the first appearance of a foreign standard on the Indus. During the siege of Herat they openly expressed their satisfaction at the prospect of a change of masters; and it is even strongly suspected that secret agents from several Rajpoot states communicated with the Russian envoy in the camp of Mohammed Shah. The Patans, or descendants of the Moslem conquerors, of whom thousands are scattered over the country, having no profession but arms, and prevented by pride and prejudices from entering our military service, loathe us both as strangers and infidels, whose presence and dominion, in the land where they so long reigned supreme, is a perpetual stigma both on their religion and their prowess. The Mahrattas would eagerly seize the opportunity to avenge their humiliation; and the numerous predatory tribes of central India would soon swell the array of a native insurrec

tion against that power whose rigid surveillance and omnipresent arms have supplanted

-"the good old rule, the simple plan, That those should take who have the power,

And those should keep who can." In short, the first footing gained by a Russian or foreign army in India would be the signal for the instant realization of the state of things predicted thirteen years ago, in the event of Lord Combermere's failing before Bhurtpore, by a great and good man, whose published fragments, notwithstanding a few inaccuracies, afford almost the only clear and practical view extant of our Indian possessions, the late Bishop Reginald Heber:"Should he fail, it is unhappily but too true that all northern and western India, every man who owns a sword, and can buy or steal a horse, from the Suttege to the Nerbudda, will be up against us, less from disliking us than in the hope of booty." At the moment when this was written, the mob were shouting in the streets of Delhi, and before the Residency," the rule of Company is over!" and plunderings on a small scale had already commenced, in anticipation of a second victory to be gained by the defenders of the Jut capital, already triumphant over Lord Lake. The annals of the Pindarry war show how easily a marauding force, held together solely by the hope of spoil, is collected in India. The famous freebooting leader, Ameer Khan (lately dead), on being asked how he contrived to keep together the various tribes and religions found in the ranks of his motley followers, said that he always found the talismanic gathering-word Loot (plunder), a sufficient bond of union in any part of India; and in those devastating hordes of cavalry, the Cossacks and Bashkirs would find a similarity not only in habits and pursuits, but even in name, the term Cosak being in common use throughout the north of India to indicate a predatory horseman. An outbreak of all the independent tribes, and of the turbulent spirits within the British territories, would be the immediate consequence of the appearance of an invader; and even if not a single foreign soldier survived to recross the Suttege, a second Pindarry war, with years of bloodshed and suf

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fering, would be requisite for the coercion of the revolters and the restoration of tranquillity. But the transference of the seat of war to the right bank of the Indus, and the interposition of the Punjab between it and our own possessions, will avert the possibility, as far as the present aspect of affairs enables us to judge, of this train of calamities.

On the success of the Cabul expedition will probably depend the maintenance of peace on the other frontier; for, whether from secret leagues and a concerted plan of operations, or from an accidental concurrence, it is certain that we are threatened on all sides. The Ghoorkhas of Nepaul, who gave us so much trouble in the last war, are said to be already in motion along the north-eastern frontier; and the language held by the new usurper in Birmah is said to be so equivocal as to have rendered the concentration of a strong force in Arracan, ill as the troops can at present be spared, a matter of imperative necessity. Thus, in every direction, the war-clouds are gathering, and it is only by assuming a firm and determined attitude that we can hope to repel or divert them: a temporizing or purely defensive line of policy is now too late, and would be considered only as an indication of weakness and irresolution. The want of a comprehensive and commanding genius at the helm of Indian affairs will, however, be severely felt; and the warmest friends of Lord Auckland must admit that the present Governorgeneral is lamentably deficient in the

powers which should enable him to grapple with so momentous a crisis. It is currently reported that, at the present juncture, when every thing depends upon promptitude and decision, both in the cabinet and the field, he has addressed despatches to the Would HastGovernment at home, demanding instructions how to act!

ings or Cornwallis have hesitated thus?

Since the above was written, intelligence has been received that Kamran has actually moved westward since the raising of the siege of Herat, for the purpose of asserting his claims to the throne of Cabul; and it is added that Dost Mohammed, thus pressed on all sides, has preferred reconciliation with his hereditary enemy to submission to the English and Seiks. If this report prove correct, we shall find the whole Afghan population united in arms to repel the intrusive King Shooja; and if Kamran has recourse to Russian aid, as will doubtless be the case, in order to maintain his kingdom, the gates of Herat will be thrown open to Russia by our blundering policy, after having repelled the tide of invasion without our assistance. The political and belligerent interests on the west of the Indus, already sufficiently entangled, will thus be complicated beyond the possibility of unravelment; and it remains to be seen how far the sword will succeed in effectually severing the worse than Gordian knot thus tied by our own vacillation and mismanagement.

OLD ROGER.

OLD ROGER died: but how old Roger lived,
His wishes satisfied, his wealth derived,
Sing, Muse, disdaining not the oaten reed,
Whence humble notes of village song proceed.
Sly rural Muse, you did not fear to sing

Of frogs and mice, when Homer touched the string;
Nor with your Virgil on the grassy plat,
To hum of bees, and to adorn a gnat.
Then doom not Roger to a silent ban,
The verse you gave to insects spare to man.
Got by a Herd, who kept a leash of cows,
Young Roger herited melodious lows;
Hence all the music of his after days
Were lows remodulate in various ways.

From garments long, from sock to pinching shoe,
He crawled and walked as other children do.
At last, despised within the chimney-nook,
Roger beheld that curious thing—a book.
With eye distended, and with mouth agape,
Amazed he pondered o'er the lettered shape.
For purpose what?-from region where obtain'd

Those leaves, those scrawls?-were mysteries unexplain'd.

Hence in the boy begot the thirst to know,

Chance showed the fountain ere he sought the flow.

A rustic Dame received a pupil new,

In Roger added to her clownish few.
She had the elements at her command,

The elements of grammar, not on land.

With pointed cap, and most dumbfounding rod,
That wrought more terror than the Jovial nod,
She ruled. But need I picture to a line
The art and magic of her discipline?

One witty bard such mistress deigned to trace,
And, in describing one, display'd the race.
Now Roger studied at a task well set,
His mind was bent upon her alphabet;
His body too, long stooping o'er the leaves,
That rope to fabricate which wisdom weaves.
Twelve years found Roger satisfied with lore,
He knew his letters, and he sought no more.
That mystery known, he cared not to pursue
Deep wisdom's labyrinth with lengthen'd clew.
Words he could spell, pronounce, and read aloud;
He wrote his sirname, and it made him proud.
Nor was the conquering worlds to heroes grim,
A victory more illustrious to him.

Grown an adept, he sought his father's shed,
To share with cows the knowledge in his head.

Now when the crocus raised her golden glow,
To dream of spring upon a sheet of snow;
Or, when the summer kissed the breeze to hush,
And, shocked by sun, the cherries learned to blush
Or, when the breezes sent the leaves afar,
And through the trees you saw the shivering star;

;

Still wander'd Roger, dapper lad and slim,
Minding his cows, his cows ne'er minding him.
The watery drop now drawn into the air,
The pregnant atmosphere shall onward bear,
There to descend in the ambrosial rain,
By shrubs absorb'd upon the growing plain.
Bright in a blossom shall the drop appear,
The new-born glory of the future year;
Or, taking seed, and gendering with the oak,
Hewn into order by the shipwright's stroke,
As a proud ship, careering o'er the wave,
Bear the strong Briton, and the tempest brave.
Nature's so prone to make the small advance,
That half our greatness seems the work of chance.

Oh happy eve, one stilly eve in June,

When the day-flowers declined the inviting moon,
Young Roger, distant from his village strayed,
Where clustering grass a grateful pasture made;
There trees tall rising, form'd the dusky rook
A nestling covert in a leafy nook:

There, crouching low, a gypsy band out-spread-
The sky a counterpane, the turf a bed-
Their brawny limbs, luxurious to the blaze

Of stick-fire crackling, mixed with stubble maze ;
While one, arm moving, upward, to and fro,
Struck merry music out at every blow.

Why pondered Roger? why withheld his feet?
His eyes to widen, and his heart to beat?
Why pause to move, yet feel his timid heels
Anxious to leap, confessing what he feels?
'Twas music, music never heard till now,
Made his steps startle, and his spirit flow.
Thus at Dodona, where the oaks sublime
Bowed their eternal heads at passing time,
The truth-desirer, eager to be made
The slave of knowledge, was at first betrayed:
Music, soft witch, with her allaying tone,
His senses wrought, and willed him for her own.
Time fled, but Roger fled not from the spot:
The night came on, but Roger knew it not.
The cows came home without their usual guide,

The father wonder'd, and the mother cried,

"Where is my Roger? where my darling care?"

"Where is my Roger?"-Echo answered, "Where?' The father's bass, the mother's treble wail,

With Roger! Roger! terrified the vale.

Not since her name possessed the realms of air,

The raped Eurydice, the poet's fair,

Had nature been so voluble of song,

To weep a loss, or to proclaim a wrong.

Forth went the father, by a lanthorn's aid,

To mark the passages where cows had strayed;

A weary task, but not a task mispent,

For mirth and music made his ears attent,

As through a hedge he saw, with angry eyes,

His dancing Roger attitudinize,

While up and down, in clumsy shoes, he leapt,
To the swarth fiddler who in motion kept.

Hoarse as a raven, and as loud he spoke-
A raven snared, whom rage and wonder choke-

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