ON a lovely morning, the 5th of February, we rode to Delhi, the ancient Indraprast’ha, the capital of the Great we were all mounted on elephants, because, according to etiquette, the Governor General could only approach on this noble animal. Luxuriant fields of wheat, already in ear, lay extended before us, interspersed with the most fantastic ruins, the arches, domes, and columns of which rose above the thick foliage of the trees, or were covered with their branches as with a magic veil. Behind these ruins we saw the sun rise in all its glory and a sunrise more magnificent and striking I have never seen.
Read my review on the Oriental Annual 1838. This one has a lot more stories and some fascinating tales of elephant hunts. And the lithographs are more scenic and evocative.