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VGW(PA.745.002
11-18 Apr 1745:11, 12 (455)
From Madrass. We have had a great man call'd the Nabob (who
is next in dignity to the Mogul) to visit the Governor, who,
with the counsellors and chief gentlemen of of Madrass, went
in great state to meet him. His lady and all the women came
the night before; all the guns were fir'd off round the
fort, on her arrival, as well as his; they are Moors, whose
women are never seen but by their husbands. They staid here
a fortnight; his lady still remains in the Black-town. He
had many thousands attendants; the Governor waited on him at
his house in Black-town, and he return'd the visit. All the
ladies went to see him go; it was a fine procession of
palarquins, viz. sedans. He is of a magestick form, and the
magnificance of his dress in pearls, and diamonds, is beyond
description; he sent the governor a noble present, in a
large silver philigree box, placed on the back on a
beautiful Moorish horse (which are large, stately creatures)
adorned with trappings of velvet, richly embroider'd with
gold, and a thousand horse and foot to attend it. After he
left Madrass, Mrs. Rynion went to visit his lady; your
sister and I went with her; we were as fine as possible.
Mrs. Rynion look'd like a Queen. Mrs. Beard, who is sister-
in-law to the Governor, and her eldest daughter made the
rest of the company. We had all the Governor's attendants
and his lady's, and music plaid before us all the way; you
may guess we had many spectors; it was about a mile distant.
When we arriv'd, Mrs. Rynion was led by a lady, through two
halls, into a large garden, with a pavilion at the end of
it, where the Nabob's lady was seated. A grand Moor lady of
her retinue came to receive us in the middle of the garden,
and presented Mrs. Rynion to the Nabob's lady, who sat in
the middle of the pavilion, on a settee of crimson velvet
embroider'd with gold, and carpets of the same hanging over
it, and reaching under their feet. She receiv'd us with the
utmost civility and good breeding, and paid proper
compliments to all. . .
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