We went by water to the Botanical Garden yesterday evening; sent some dinner and the band and asked several to go with us, and it answered very well. We had light enough to let Lord Jocelyn say he had seen the Garden. Then dined under a banian-tree, and then sat on the grass by the river-side under such a beautiful moon, and sang glees and duets and all sorts of old-fashioned songs till ten o’clock, and then we came home in the ‘Soonamookie,’ and it was a very good change from the usual evenings.
This time twelvemonth we ought to be nearly half-way home. It really will be too delightful. Love to all.
My dearest Sister,—I did not write to you last post, which was wrong, for your letters come most regularly now; however, you need not be affronted. I did not forget you; don’t
