Next morning was fine, and I had another opportunity of seeing the gardens. There are, as I said, four pavilions, Gopal Bawhun, where the Maharajah transacts his business; Sudra Bawhun, where we live; Krishna Bawhun, where the ladies are cooped up; and Nuno Bawhun, of the inhabitants of which I know nothing. There is also a kind of open summer-house, called Sāwun Bawhun, looking over the sacred tank. The whole thing
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TANK AT DEEG.
was built by Suraj Mal, one of the earliest Rajahs of Bhurtpore, and the first to take that title. I have begun two sketches, one looking down the principal walk (which is a kind of imitation of the Taj), towards the Sāwun Bawhun, and the other of the largest tank: the latter is really a wonderful place, frequented by innumerable blue pigeons, which here, as in Venice, are sacred. There are also many peacocks strutting about: they are sacred to Khrishna, as indeed are all blue things; Khrishna himself being represented as a blue man.
I had a good sitting from His Highness. He was very polite,