by having meat jelly put down her throat, she died as all dogs born in India will die—before they are two years old. I am in a state of desolation for want of her, for she had the most exclusive attachment to me. The dogs brought out here from England live if they are kept from the sun, but not ten in a hundred live two years that are born here.
In five weeks we go down to those dreadful plains. What a bore! God bless you, dearest!
My Dearest Sister,—Fanny will have told you our horrid change of plan, and that we are doomed to that dreadful hot Agra for the next year. They say that the heat we have experienced at Calcutta is nothing to it, and, as I thought that past all human endurance, I give it up. About Agra: The house is so very small and confined compared to Government House, that I can imagine, even were the climate the same, that one’s ‘sufferens’ must be much greater; but they say that we are to sit at
