Friday, July 3rd. When we awoke we found all the servants had deserted excepting my Kitmagar and Mrs. B----'s, and one or two Ayahs. The F----'s had not one servant left, so we were obliged to get up and act as servants ourselves, and do everything, excepting the cooking, even to washing plates and dishes; and perhaps it was a good thing, for it kept us from dwelling on our misery. Dear Charlie came to see me in the afternoon, and brought a jug of milk for the poor children. I was glad to hear he had had a good luncheon, for the day before when he came he said he had had nothing for some days but dal (peas) and rice; we happened to be at dinner, and I gave him a piece of meat, but he seemed too much done up to eat it, and actually carried it away in a piece of paper to some other gentleman who could get none. No arrangements have been made for messing at present, and no one can tell where to get anything. Saturday, July 4th. Firing had been going on all night, and it continued all day, but we were so engaged in kitchen duties we scarcely noticed it. Poor Sir Henry died in the morning; he had been in great agony from his wound! He was buried with the rest at night, but even he did not have a separate grave; each corpse is sewn up in its own bedding, and those who have died during the day are put into the same grave at night. Sunday, July 5th. The firing was incessant, and after breakfast Mr. H---- arranged all our duties, for up to this time they had been rather unequally performed; after that we had service in the Tye Khana, and the Holy Sacrament was administered. I so wished dear Charlie could have been present, it seemed so solemn and yet so comforting while the firing was going on around us!--nothing else occurred worth noting. Monday, July 6th. The insurgents filled J----s' house, and kept firing into our Compound; we fired a number of shrapnell into the house, without dislodging them. We fancied they must be getting short of ammunition, for they fired all sorts of strange missiles--such as nails, pieces of ramrod, &c. Tuesday, July 7th. Charlie came, after breakfast, and told me that a sortie was to be made into J----s' house; this was done between 1 and 2 P.M.--two officers and some men of the 32nd and Mr. G---- and some of our Sikhs--a hole was made through the wall of the Brigade Mess, opposite J----s' house, an 18-pounder firing down our lane all the time to distract the enemy's attention. A rush was then made, and every Native in the house killed--numbering some thirty or forty. In the afternoon we had the first really heavy fall of rain, and the enemy's fire slackened in consequence. Poor Captain F---- this night had one leg taken off, and the other shattered, by a round shot, while sitting on the roof of the Brigade Mess! Mr. H---- saw him after the amputation had taken place, and said he was very composed. Mr. O---- died from his wound received at the Redan battery.