THE FOLLOWING IS SUPPOSED TO HAVE BEEN THE PETITION OF THE WIFE OF AN HINDOO PRINCE, FOR THE LIFE OF HER HUSBAND, ADDRESSED TO WARREN HASTINGS.
Ma Y the blessings of thy God wait upon thee! May the sun of glory shine around thy head ! And may the gates of plenty, honor and happiness be always op;'n to thee and thine! May no sorrow distress thy days ! May no strife disturb thy nights! May the pillow of peace kiss thy cheeks, and the pleasures of imagination attend thy dreams! And when length of y ars makes thee tired of earthly joys, and th curtain of death gently closes round the last sleep of human existence, may the Angels of God attend thy bed, and take cure that the expiring lamp of life shall not receive one rude blast to hasten its extinction !
Oh ! hearken then to the voice of distress, and grant the petition of thy servant! Oh! spare the father of my children! Save the partner of rny bed ! My husband! My all that is dear! Consider, oh mi thty Sir ! that he did not become rich by iniquity, and that what he possessed was the inheritance of a long line of nourishing ancestry; who in those smiling Jays, when the thunder of Great Britain was not heard on the fertile plains of Hindostan, reaped their harvest in quiet, and enjoyed their patrimony unmolested.
Think! oh think! that the God thou worshipped delights not in the blood of the innocent. Remember thy own commandment, " Thou shalt not kill;" and by the order
