"حياة ومراسلات اللواء السير جون مالكوم، قائد فرسان وسام الطُهر، المبعوث السابق إلى بلاد فارس وحاكم بومباي؛ من رسائل ومذكرات غير منشورة. في مجلّدين. المجلد II." [‎٢‎٧‎٩] (٦٥٤/٢٩٦)

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THE ANNIVERSARY OF ASSYE.
and with, that eloquent and correct knowledge in the native lan
guage for which you were celebrated, said, ' Acha havildar; je
madar.' A jemadar he was made; and though the anecdote has no
doubt been expelled from your memory to make room for others
of more interest, it holds an important place in Syud Hussein's;
and amid all his subsequent successes in Persia and in India,
which have raised him to medals, pensions, and a palanquin from
Government, his pride is the pat on the back he received at Assye;
and he told me the other day with great naivete that he felt raised
by your actions, as your increasing fame gave increasing value to
the notice you had once taken of him. This grateful soldier fol
lowed my feast by one on the 24th to two hundred subadars,
jemadars, havildars, and naicks of my division; and a grand nautch
which he gave in the evening to about four hundred spectators,
was attended by all the English officers in camp. A very good
transparency of your head, with the word Assye, which had or
namented my bungalow, was put up by him in a large tent, and
the Persian name of Wellesley Sahib Bahadur, in Persian cha
racters, announced to those who had not seen the light of your
countenance in the original, for whom the picture was intended.
The subadar was pressed to call you the Duke ol Wellington;
but he said (and I think very justly) that was your European
name, but your Indian name was Wellesley Bahadur.
" P.S.—Since writing this letter, all the Pariahs at head-quarteis
met and gave a feast, to help which they purchased thirty bottles
of Pariah arrack. Led by tne riot they made to the place of
meeting, I went with some others to see what was the matter. A
drunken Mehtur came up and said, ' We all get drunk lor Wel
lington name.'"
As the heavy rains of the autumnal season passed away,
and the cool, crisp air of the early winter began to inspire
men with new energy and vigor, Malcolm, whose consti
tution had been severely tried by the few pieceding
months, with all their toil and anxiety, felt the glow of
returning health upon him, and wrote hopefully of the
state and prospects of the country, whose regeneration
lay so near his heart: