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 are no doors whatever to the interior of our part of the house—nothing but open jalousies—the hot wind comes bustling upstairs and through all the jalousies and spoils our comfort. George and I sat in the garden in the evening, and Fanny and went out in the boat, but there was not a breath of air anywhere. Late at night, when the others went to bed, Fanny, , and I tried his sailing boat, and there was just enough air to move it, and the moon is so entirely lovely just now it is worth going on the water to look at it.

Monday, April 17. Saturday night we drove out late to see the cantonments lit up for the Mohurram, but did not see much. Sunday we had a very good sermon from Mr. ; but I do not imagine that the bread which is being baked in the oven can attend entirely to what the baker observes, and I always feel that at church. I am always feeling overdone and burnt, and want to be turned the other side.

There is an active Mrs., the new colonel’s wife, who is getting up subscriptions to glaze the Barrackpore church, and then we shall do better.