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perfection as you have, Hemaleh and its western neighbour
afforded me a display of grandeur that nothing else I have ever
seen makes the smallest approach to. The woods, the verdure,
the clear streams, the deep valleys, the tremendous precipices,
with the novelty and the romantic associations, are enough to
make even the lower ranges superior to everything that is seen
elsewhere; but they and everything disappear before the snowy
ridge, and the feelings it creates of wonder, awe, and elevation.
It makes me melancholy to think that I shall never see those
mountains again, and I am not fully consoled even by the
prospect of the Alps. For the present I am quite put out of
conceit of everything here, yet I am now enjoying clear moon-
light, woody hills, and glassy waters,—
Near the deep sea, and music in its roar.
If I were not writing to you I should be reading Cicero " De
Claris Oratoribus." It is not the most brilliant of his works,
but still I read it with great pleasure, and discover in myself
evident signs of that prohciency which he has attained to, cuf
Czcero vuMe Grant will have written to you about
materials for his Mahratta history. By-the-bye, I am not so
sure of that, for I believe you hardly know him ; but it will be
an excellent history—Sivajee, Sumbajee, and Ram Raja now
stand in full light, as simple and intelligible as Hyder and
Tippoo. Grant does not ask for information about Sindia,
Holkar, &c. &c., but he must want it; and you might get
Bukkers' Persian Memoirs, &c., that would greatly assist him.
Copies of Sindia's principal treaties would be good things/
In the middle of August 1822 Mr. Elphinstone started on
a tour through his old haunts in the Deckan, and after a stay
of three months at Poona, he proceeded through Sliolapoor to
Bijapoor, and thence through the southern Mahratta country
to the Koombarla Ghaut, whence he descended to the Concan,
returning to Bombay tun Severndroog after an absence of five
months. The tour was nominally one of inspection, but quite
as much one of pleasure, for neither his letters nor his journal
perfection as you have, Hemaleh and its western neighbour
afforded me a display of grandeur that nothing else I have ever
seen makes the smallest approach to. The woods, the verdure,
the clear streams, the deep valleys, the tremendous precipices,
with the novelty and the romantic associations, are enough to
make even the lower ranges superior to everything that is seen
elsewhere; but they and everything disappear before the snowy
ridge, and the feelings it creates of wonder, awe, and elevation.
It makes me melancholy to think that I shall never see those
mountains again, and I am not fully consoled even by the
prospect of the Alps. For the present I am quite put out of
conceit of everything here, yet I am now enjoying clear moon-
light, woody hills, and glassy waters,—
Near the deep sea, and music in its roar.
If I were not writing to you I should be reading Cicero " De
Claris Oratoribus." It is not the most brilliant of his works,
but still I read it with great pleasure, and discover in myself
evident signs of that prohciency which he has attained to, cuf
Czcero vuMe Grant will have written to you about
materials for his Mahratta history. By-the-bye, I am not so
sure of that, for I believe you hardly know him ; but it will be
an excellent history—Sivajee, Sumbajee, and Ram Raja now
stand in full light, as simple and intelligible as Hyder and
Tippoo. Grant does not ask for information about Sindia,
Holkar, &c. &c., but he must want it; and you might get
Bukkers' Persian Memoirs, &c., that would greatly assist him.
Copies of Sindia's principal treaties would be good things/
In the middle of August 1822 Mr. Elphinstone started on
a tour through his old haunts in the Deckan, and after a stay
of three months at Poona, he proceeded through Sliolapoor to
Bijapoor, and thence through the southern Mahratta country
to the Koombarla Ghaut, whence he descended to the Concan,
returning to Bombay tun Severndroog after an absence of five
months. The tour was nominally one of inspection, but quite
as much one of pleasure, for neither his letters nor his journal