Wednesday, July 15th. Charlie came soon after breakfast, and told me the narrow escape he had had, from the careless firing of a 9-pounder by a sergeant who had been instructed by an artillery officer to fire shrapnell into J----s' house; he fired one into Capt. C----'s quarters, which Charlie had only a minute before vacated; he had been dressing on the very spot where the shrapnell burst. There was very little firing during the day, but Lieut. L---- was shot on the roof of Mr. G----s' house; Capt. F---- came for Dr. F----; they could not find the ball, but fancied it had touched the spine, as all the lower part of the body was paralysed. Our party sat in the verandah, singing songs and glees. It made me feel quite melancholy, for the round shots were whizzing overhead, and no one could tell but that the next might bring death with it! Thursday, July 16th. We heard that our troops had had a fight with the insurgents at Futtehpore, who had come from Cawnpore to meet them, and that we had taken four guns. No one knows if this be true, but it is possible, and that our troops are waiting there for reinforcements. Mrs. T---- died of small-pox. The heat and flies were dreadful; in the evening Mr. H---- had five funerals, one, poor Mrs. T----. He said he had had a most narrow escape; going to the churchyard, a shot struck the ground directly between the two dhoolies carried in front of him, and covered them with earth! That night I rebelled against watching; we had had quite a fight about it during the day. Friday, July 17th. The enemy had an 18-pounder in position to fire on an angle of our house. Mrs. S----'s eldest child died of cholera. Dear Charlie paid me his daily visit. The firing was rather slack; the heat during the day was so intense, that the soldiers were allowed to lie down in the drawing-room. Mr. H---- had three funerals this night;--Lieut. A----, of the Artillery and Captain B----, were both wounded by a mortar that the former was superintending the loading of. Lieut. B----, Artillery, was wounded yesterday. About 11 P.M. we were aroused by a very sharp firing,--an attempt made again at the Bailey Guard Gate, but was unsuccessful; still I got up and prepared for a rush to the top of the house, as they say that is our safest place if the enemy get in; the gentlemen can defend us up there.