letter from Mary the housemaid. Mars has no letter, but is more quietly pleasedwith unpacking four baskets of preserves the Nawaub of Moorshedabad has sent us, particularly some hot chillis preserved in honey—I should think the most horrid mixture under heaven; but he brought them in triumph to my room, as something exquisite. Rosina is quite happy because there were silver cords and tassels round some of the parcels which Mars gave her, and she has put them on as bracelets; they make her brown hands look so pretty. I never saw such small hands and feet as the little Matwês have here.
Once more God bless you all.
My dearest Robert,—This is to be really a short letter, not those double sheets I generally write; for those dear good ships, ‘Larkins’ and ‘Robarts,’ which arrived five days ago, together, brought us such a profusion of letters that I want in a transport of gratitude to write to everybody
