The New York Journal, And Weekly Register

Translation of a letter written by that unfortunate Bramin NUNCOMAR, to RAJAH GOUR-DASS, his son, the day previous to that on which he suffered the ignominious sentence of Sir ELIJAH IMPEY.

"OFFSPRING of virtue, child of connubial love, the sentiments of a son, father, and the feeling of an unhappy parent, greet thee in the evening of a well-spent life—and seek a place near thy heart in the awful approaching moment of ignominious death!

"May the beams of the sun never mix with thy expiring breath, and may the crystal brightness of the moon never witness the waking sorrows of thy Zenana in a situation so distressing as that of thy father.

"But the will of him who graspeth the state of innumerable worlds in one idea, whose omnipotence is universal lustre, and whose scale of justice hangs on the pinnacle of boundless equity, must be done. He calls me from this earth: and who is he that can fathom almighty reasons for putting man's innocence to a test so severe as mine.

"I sought his presence in a dream—reason was lulled to rest, fancy steered my thoughts. The gates of heaven expanded their azure opening to my view. Sir Elijah Impey and thy father entered. The complaints of an injured man were preferred at the foot of that throne where the evidence of truth is only known by intuition, where falsehood cannot enter. The angel of punishment had uplifted his sword, but the voice of mercy stopped its down-fall. "The respite which thou didst refuse to thy fellow creature shall be granted unto thee; Go back, and repent thee of thy sins, for they are great and manifold." Thus said a voice that resounded through the heavens. Sir Elijah sunk to earth, and I awakened.

"Let the religion of my forefathers, O Gourdas, therefore direct thee. I am the innocent victim of a faction, who must silence the tongue of incontrovertible truths, to prevent the notoriety of infamous facts, and fate cannot save me from the vengeance they seek. But the High—the Omnipotent, the great God of the East, knows that my accusers are perjured, and that my judge ought to have been more merciful.

The best of monarchs, the most humane of men, the most merciful of sovereigns, is he whose armies made conquest of our once peaceable plains. To the foot of this throne my petition was denied admittance. Had he seen it, O Gourdas, thy father would yet live. He has a Zenana of his own, whose blooming beauties, whose ripening charms, and whose immaculate virtues are the admiration of terrestrial worlds. He would naturally think of mine. He would paint to his imagination what the loss of a fond parent must be to a numerous and adoring offspring. The heart of the King would have owned the warm blood of a father; and my family would not have lost him to whom they owed their existence.

"The time draws quickly on when the functions of life must cease, and the pulse no longer breathe a well to the veins. The heart which now palpitates shall lose its motion: the mind which dictates, lose its mortal tenant; and this now animated body submit to the force of fire, when every sensation is lost to the heart.

"O! Ruler of the Sun and Moon! strengthen thy servant to bear his approaching fate with firmness; and grant to his enemies that mercy which they denied to him. This is the prayer of thy father, and let his whole Zenana join therein.

"May thy days be long and happy, and may future judges, in the eastern hemisphere, have more to rejoice on, and less to repent of, than him by whose mandate thy father dies.

NUNCOMAR."