and then Jimmund blew into his nostrils for a long time before he came to life. He has recovered his health since we have been in these hot plains, which shows bad taste.
The display at Gwalior has been very magnificent, and we paid rather an interesting visit to the little Ranee, who is only eight years old—but is treated with great state—and looked like the white cat dressed up in diamonds and cloth of gold.
My dearest Sister,—Here we are again at Futtehpore. There is a great red idol thirty feet long lying at the end of the camp, and another sitting up by its side with a new mud head and six new faces since I had the honour of sketching it. It was here where we met the little Prince Henry of Orange, and where he made his first essay at sketching two years ago.
George left us at Culpee a week ago, and will be at Calcutta in five days. George says they are all agreed that a palanquin is even
