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THE AFGHANS.—The celerity with which the troops are raised is quite astonishing to us, who are accustomed to see recruits drilled for a length of time.   Here every man I s born a soldier; every child has its knife,—that weapon which has proved so destructive in the hands of a hostile peasantry, incited against us by the moollahs, who threaten eternal perdition to all who do not join in the cause of the Ghazeeas; whilst heaven, filled with houris, is the recompense for every man who falls in a religious war.   With them, the only expense attending the soldier consists in his pay, which is scanty; his horse, if he have one, is his own; and every Affghan is armed completely with some three or four of these knives, of different sizes—from that as long as a sword to a small dagger—pistols, and a jazail; which latter predominates over the matchlock: they carry much farther than out muskets'; so that when our men are beyond range to hit them they pour a destroying fire on us.   Regarding these same muskets being better than matchlocks, those who had only the latter may have taken them of late in exchange; but, generally speaking, the only useful part to the Affghans are the locks, which they tear off and leave the rest. . . . . . .I kept the anniversary of my marriage by dining with the ladies of Mohammed Shah Khan's family; who told us that Futteh Jung was king, Mohammed Akbar Khan wuzeer, and Mahommed Shah Khan the sirdar-i-sirdaran.   It was an extremely stupid visit.  We had two female servants to interpret for us.  Three of Mahommed Shah Khan's wives and some of Dost Mahommed's, with the mother of the chiefs, and two of their unmarried sisters, were present.   They were, generally speaking, inclined to embonpoint, largely formed, and coarsely featured; their dress inelegant, and of the coarsest materials.   The favourite wife, and the best dressed, was attired in a common Cabul silk, with a coarse piece of chintz inserted behind, evidently for economy's sake.   The dress, which covers the whole person, nearly resembles a common night-dress; and has tacked on to it coins, or other pieces of silver or gold, such as crescents, &c., all over the sleeves, the front and sides from the shoulders to the feet.   A breast plate is worn, commencing at the throat, of coins strung together; this decends far below the waist; and when they sit down, it hangs in festoons on the lap.   Only the favourite wore gold coins; those of the other ladies being of silver.   They had nothing in the way of jewels, properly so called.  About seven common sized pearls, surrounding an emerald full of flaws, the whole set as a nose ornament, was the handsomest thing I saw in the trinket way.   Some of them had very inferior earrings of gold and silver.   They wear their hair in innumerable small plaits hanging down; these they arrange once a week after taking the bath; and the tresses are then well stiffened with gum.   The unmarried women bend their hair in a flat braid across the forehead, touching the eyebrows; which gives them a very heavy look.  These said eyebrows, whilst they are maidens, remain as nature formed them; but when they marry the hair of the centre is carefully picked out; and the arch, thus most unnaturally raised, is painted.   The Cabul women are much addicted to the use of both white and red paint; and they colour not only the nails, as in Hindostan, but the whole hand, up to the wrist, which looks as though it had been plunged in blood, and to our ideas is very disgusting.   A particular plant is often used for this purpose.  The upper part of the leaf sparkles, and resembles the ice plant; but the lower side is red, and on being pressed gives a fine dye. A chuddah is thrown over the head and shoulder in the house, as in Hindostan; and when they go out they wear the boarka, ru-i bund, and legwarps; high heeled iron shod slippers complete the costume.   After a time an extremely dirty cloth was spread over the numdas in front of us, and dishes of pallau, dhye or sour curd, and fernez or sweet curd were placed before us.   Those who had not taken a spoon with them, ate with their fingers, Affghan fashion—an accomplishment in which I am by no means au fait.  We drunk water out of a tea pot.  A dinner was given to the gentlemen by Abdoulah Khan, at his tente, about two miles off, nearer the snow.— Lady Sale's Journal.