Tuesday, June 16th. The first news we heard was, that Major G----, who had gone off in disguise with despatches, had been betrayed by his men--ten of his own selecting--and killed at Roy Bareilly; and while we were at breakfast, Captain W---- brought news that a letter had come by a messenger from General W---- at Cawnpore, dated the 14th, 11 o'clock. They had held out till then, but had lost a great number of men--Captain W---- would not say how many--so I fear it was very bad news. The Ayah came, and the poor doggies were taken to Charlie. I had not the heart to take a last look at them. Charlie and the cook drowned them in the river. Poor Charlie! it was hard for him to have to do it. The day passed quietly, but bad news was arriving from the district constantly. Mrs. B---- and some others killed at Sultanpore. She in a Rajah's fort!--but one hears now of nothing but wholesale massacres! Charlie came in the evening, and it did my heart good to see him. Wednesday, June 17th. We heard to-day of Mr. C----, the civilian, being killed; he was engaged to Miss D----; her wedding things had arrived just before these troublous times, and the marriage had been postponed. We heard that Mr. B----, of the 48th, had been shot in the trenches at Cawnpore; his servant brought in the news. News was also brought that the Futteyghur people, 160 in number, had been murdered on the parade ground at Cawnpore, in sight of our people. They were going down the river in boats, but were stopped and taken to Cawnpore and there blown from guns. The day was quiet here. They are building a wall up against our windows to keep off musket shots; it is loop-holed, also, for our troops in case of necessity. The Fyzabad Rajah has joined the rebels, and is said to be very near us with his guns. Charlie came early in the evening. Thursday, June 18th. I paid my bearer his account, and he went off to be with Charlie. Major B---- came in several times. All garrison officers were ordered to their posts this morning, to receive orders what they are to do when the enemy arrives. The Martinière boys were brought in. Just before breakfast, the groom brought me seven rupees, saying he had sold the poor buggy horse. I felt much inclined for a good cry; I have driven him myself so often. We were obliged to sell him. Charlie came about half-past 6; one of his Sikhs had taken an immense quantity of churrus, and become quite frenzied, and then stabbed another Sikh; they called on him to put down his arms, or he would be shot, and he threw down his musket with such force that he broke it in pieces; the other poor man died.