About 3 in the morning, Mrs. D----'s youngest child died. Wednesday, August 19th. No news! After breakfast Mrs. D--'s poor baby was sewed up by Mrs.---- in a clean table cloth, she having first dressed it in a clean night-dress and lace cap, and crossed its little arms on its breast; the little thing was carried to the hospital to await its burial, at night. The day passed as usual. Thursday, August 20th. No news again! The night had been very quiet. As I was sitting at the front door at work, a European was shot, at the gun in our garden, right through the head. Mr. C---- was wounded. I had a very bad boil on my hand, for which I made an ottah poultice; our dinner this day was stewed beef, dal and rice, and chupattees. We were told, before going to bed, that J----s' large house was to be blown up at daybreak. Friday, August 21st. We had a most disturbed night. There was an attack about 12, and I heard, "Turn out! turn out!" called from the gentlemen's room; and, being half asleep and half awake, out I and Mrs. A---- rushed from our bed over two other ladies in our haste; and, much to our amusement, several of them scolded us famously for making such a rush. We thought, however, we had a right to leave our bed when we chose, especially as we had about the most dangerous corner of the room; this amused us so much, that we lay down again in a fit of laughter. I heard almost every hour strike during the night. At daybreak, J----s' house was blown up, but it did not shake us so much as we expected. Saturday, August 22nd. I rose very early, as I had so much to do. I was engaged till noon. While Mr. C---- was in the gentlemen's bath-room, a round shot came in and covered him with bricks and mortar, but did him no injury. This morning, a sortie with about 100 men was made; they blew up some houses, spiked three guns, and killed many Natives, with the loss of one killed and several wounded; two, they fear, mortally. The rest of the day passed quietly. Our dinner to-day was roast mutton, but very little of it, so we opened a tin of salmon, and Mrs. N----, a woman who has charge of Mrs. B----'s children, made us a roly-pudding of ottah and suet--to us a perfect luxury. Sunday, August 23rd. I always try to have some clean garments ready to put on on Sunday, as one way of recognizing the day. There was service at the Brigade Mess at noon, and in our house at 3 P.M.; Mrs. F---- and Mrs. B---- came over to it, and lay on couches. Col. P---- brought over Mrs. P----, Mrs. B----, and Mrs. L----, three young newly-made widows; Mr. C. D---- and Charlie also came. Mr. H---- administered the Sacrament; it was placed on a small round table, covered with a white cloth: it was an affecting meeting--so many had lost friends! Poor Mrs. P---- was sobbing all the time. Mrs. L---- had lost both husband and child!