LETTER XXVII.

Happy son, Mahammad A’azam, may God protect and save you. It seems that the son of the superintendent of your palace gambles in the drummery.* Alas! alas! notwithstanding your claim to sovereignty (after my death) you shew so much indifference and carelessness.* Why do the reporters* not supply you with information? They must be screening their friend (the son of the superinten­dent). Appoint new reporters and warn them against this.