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 Monday, 31st. Yesterday was such a pouring day; the plain looked like a lake, but it cleared up towards evening, and Amon came to tell me it was time to dress for church; so I dressed myself very nicely, took your little prayer-book, and walked down to the hall, and then found George thought the carriages and guards looked drenched and unhappy, and had sent them all off. Humane, but heathenish! He was justified by the result. Some of the cornices of the house were literally washed away by the rain. You never have seen any rain in England; that is mere spitting to a tropical rain. Barrackpore, Friday, September 4. We came up yesterday—George and I by land, followed by Amon—and we got here in an hour and a half, and found that the steamer, with Fanny and the gentlemen and all the servants and baggage, which left Calcutta at three, had never appeared. The river runs down so violently just now with all the rain that everybody had said it would baffle the steamer. So we ordered half the dinner to be served, and,