The Sun.
London, England, 1840-07-03 00:00:00

UNITED SERVICE J 0 URN AL.

The prominent feature in this Number, as in the pre-
ceding, is the " Campaign of Affghanistan," by an Officer
of the Queen's. We noticed last month his descrip-
tion of the march to Caboul, so lull of interest and so
honourable to the British army, and gave copious ex-
tracts relative to the capture of Ghuzne2. Want of
space prevents us at present from quoting at the
same length, and we therefore must refer our readers
to the Magazine for the interesting account of Cabul,
the magri4ent bazaar in the suburbs, the capture of
kelat, and the return of the army to the provinces.
The bazaar must be an extraordinary place ; it extends
Upwards of a mile in length, and the principal commo-
dities sold are furs, cashmere shawls, arms of every de-
scription, together with scond-rate hardware, and old
familiar trash from London and Birmingham. But we
must allow the gallant writer himself to describe the

scene
" Cashmere shawls arc sold in the basement, and manu-
lactured in the attic, after a most laborious process, the
artist referring at every stitch, not to a pattern, but to a
pc r of written instructions ; the shawls being not the
Jess genuine Gtshmere, though worked in Cabul ; for, as
you are probably aware, ft is the texture and dressing of
the wool, not the fashion of the pattern, which makes
them so much esteemed. Woe is me I with no pay for
_ _

the last two months, I could only look and die, the prices
asked bring from ten to a hundred tomauns, that is, from
201. to 2001. prime cost! But how shall I describe the
countless denizens of these shades, the sea of human faces,

whose features would be sufficiently striking, even though
divested of the• beard, which is here all in all, and for
which they have invented a thousand dyes. There is your
jet black, favoured of Shahs and their satellites, and the
milk-white, either natural or assumed, of the priesthood,
while the mob delicrht themselves with variation of sky-
blue, and orange tawny. Truly they are a villanous-look-
iag set, however regular some of their features. Here
.atty be seen the pinched countenance of a banyan, or
trader, every line eloquent of fraud and lies; there a band
of hill robbers enveloped in sheep-skins, their basilisk eyes
glaring from under a pent-house of matted locks ; any
man of whom would whiz you a ball from his matchlock,
or stick into your midriff the long knife he wears at his
girdle, fur the value of your jacket, if he caught you a
mile from the town unarmed. You have ample time to
scrutinize these blackguards, being detained in a corner
by a string of some fifty camels, whose loads occupy
nearly the breadth of the bazaar. Hardly have you con.
gratulated yourself on (sewing this nuisance, when the hid,.
light vanishes, and the air resounds with cries of kubbedah
(take care), pronounced in a deep guttural tone—thus,
khubberdar hlthubbm dar. You arc sensible of the rapid
approach of some vast living mass, and by sweeps one of
tur Bengal elephants, swinging his ponderous trunk a.crass
the street, and jerking out his fore-leg in the moat lade-
rendent manner,
as who should say—come across that if
)cu dare."
This Number contains the conclusion of the histori-
cal sketch describing the disasters at New Orleans,
which will be read with painful interest.