Identifier: imperialindiaar00prin (find matches)
Title: Imperial India; an artist's journals
Year: 1879 (1870s)
Authors: Prinsep, Val C. (Val Cameron), 1838-1904
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Publisher: London Chapman and Hall
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
Digitizing Sponsor: University of Toronto

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re we have a strongdivision of troops to overawe the supposed discontented popu-lation of Hyderabad. It is ten miles out. The road is pretty,rising gradually 400 feet, with ridge after ridge of stony ground.Secunderabad is of course, like all other cantonments, a gather-ing of ghastly white barracks, which even the gold of the settingsun could hardly render picturesque. However, the hospitalityof the 12th was unbounded; the dinner was followed by a dance,and the evening passed pleasantly enough. I was not home till1.30 a.m., and, as I had not been in bed for two nights, I wasnot sorry to draw my mosquito-curtain round me and sleep. Up at half-past six to go to the Nizam. The same drivethrough the streets, the same affable gentleman to take me bythe arm, and I am in the palace again. I find the Azure,* ashe is called, playing at lawn tennis. He will make really a good * I spell this as pronounced, but I suppose it should be, more properly,^^huzoor meaning the presence, or His Highness.
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p. 310 H.H. MIR MABOOB ALI KHAN, NIZAM OF HYDERABAD. HYDERABAD. 311 player,—hits straight and volleys well. Soon we are at work, andI find that His Highness is a most fidgety subject. In vain thegentleman who brings me in, who is a sort of chamberlain, Mus-tafun Jung by name, tells him stories: he cannot keep quiet;he sits on the arm of his chair or on the back—anywhere but inthe right position. He is most inquisitive, wants to know aboutmy colours, and, having selected some of my brushes, whisperssomething to Captain Clarke, his tutor. Ask him yourself,says Captain C. Then Mustafun Jung whispers something toCaptain C, and I perceive that the Azure wants my brushes,which I give him; and he sends for a paint-box and commencesa picture of the chamberlain. I find afterwards that it is againstetiquette to refuse the Azure anything, and it was this that Mus-tafun Jung had whispered. The Nizam is of a most acquisitive turn of mind, and extremelycareful. Salar Jung, when I told him about

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