o play an important part in the Mutiny. Colonel Durand, an officer who was present when the city was captured in 1858, says that the bungal

h on a visit to her mother, who, yielding to pressure, had at last held out the olive-branch. The welcome,

ng the coy fashion of the period, however, she always refrained from giving a name in full, but would merely allude to people as

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litary authority of that kind. She sent this only child to be educated at home, and went home herself two years ago to see her. In the same ship was Mr. J, a poor ensign, going home on sick leave. He told her he was engaged to be married, consulted her about his prospects, and in the meantime p

npaun, with bearers in fine orange and brown liveries; and J is a sort of smart-looking man with bright waistcoats and bright teeth, with a showy horse, and he rode

duly bidden to dine at Auckland House, on E

d does not look so old; and when one thinks that she is married to a junior lieutenant in the Indian Army, fifteen years older than herself, and that

ngland, Miss Eden gives an enterta

ey had much better preach against the destructive torrent of rain which has now set in for the next three months, and not only washes away all gaiety, but all the paths, in the litera

his indefatigable co

, and have hit upon one popular device. Our band plays twice a week on one of the hills here, and we s

Lessee of Her M

at Simla during the Aucklands' regime is instructive, a

y desperate at the notion of our having no balls. I suppose we must begin on one in a fortnight; but it will be difficult, and there are several young ladies here with whom some of our gentlemen are much smitten. As they will have no rivals

ands. This took place in camp at Kurnaul, "a great ugly cantonment, all barracks and dust and guns and soldier

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but, except that pretty Mrs. J, who was at Simla, and who l

ter, she added some

to tent and chattered all day and visited her friend, Mrs. M, who is with the camp. I gave her a pink silk gown, and it was altogether a very happy day for her evidently.

lively, and if she falls into bad hands, she would laugh herself into foolish scrapes. At present the hu

en might have been a Sibyl, for her