just are ever permitted to hover over those whom they have loved most tenderly; but if such permission be given, (and who can say it is impossible?) then it must greatly increase your brother's present happiness, and greatly diminish that painful sense of separation which even the souls of the righteous may be supposed to feel, if he sees you resigned, patient, hopeful, trusting on that same Cross which was his refuge in the hour of dread, and that good Providence to whose care he fervently and faithfully committed you.

Believe me, dear Miss Stowe,

Your faithful and affectionate friend and servant,

REGINALD CALCUTTA.

TO MRS. R. HEBER.

Furreedpoor, July 28, 1824.

Alas! alas! my beloved wife, what have you not gone through? Your letter of July 24, has just reached me from Dacca. God's will be done in all things! Your joining me is out of the question. But I need not tell you to spare no expence of sea-voyage, or any other measure, which may tend to restore or preserve our dear children or yourself, so soon as such a measure may appear desireable for any of you. On these points I leave you in confidence to the advice of

Dr. Abel and Mr. Shaw. For the success of their counsels I humbly hope in the mercy of God, who has in this heavy visitation preserved us from still more bitter sorrow.

I am, at this moment, strangely tempted to come to you. But I fear it might be a compromise of my duty and a distrust of God! I feel most grateful indeed to Him for the preservation of our invalueable treasures. I pray God to bless Lady Amherst, and all who are dear to her, and to shew kindness tenfold to her children, for all the kindness she has shewn ours.

I am going on immediately, with a heavy heart indeed, but with trust in His mercies. Farewell!

REGINALD CALCUTTA.

TO LIEUTENANT-COLONEL ALEXANDER, &c. &c. &c.

MY DEAR SIR,

Allahabad, Sept. 24, 1824.

Many thanks for your kind and friendly letter, as well as for the enclosed paper. I am sincerely sorry that you have had so much trouble about it, and that from our friend the Archdeacon and myself not knowing exactly each other's proceedings, an ignorance arising from the illness which kept him while at Chunar so nearly close a prisoner, we were at the same time taking measures which had a tendency to clash with each other.

It is, however, of the less consequence, since circumstances have come to my knowledge which make me think it, at the present moment, inexpedient to address Government on the subject of the Chunar Church, and that the object which we have all of us in view, will be, in some degree, obtained by another method.

I cannot close my letter without renewing my acknowledgements for the very agreeable days which I have spent in your house and in your society; and assuring you that I shall long remember with deep interest some passages in our conversation, and in the letters which you shewed me. That God may bless you and yours in all things, is the earnest wish of,

Your letter, and enclosed note, have just reached me at this place, where we have been thus long detained for want of tents.

Alas! my love, how have you been tried! Comfortable as your last note is, I dare not yet hope

that I shall see my lovely little Harriet again in this world, for I know the insidious nature of the disease. But I shall not return. I have, I feel, duties to fulfil here, and as you truly say, before I could arrive, her doom must be sealed, and your burst of grief, in case of the worst, must have subsided into a calmer sorrow. God support and comfort you! I am well, and I trust I shall be enabled to be patient and resigned.

There are rumours of wars in this part of the world, and people talk of armies and invasions from the Seiks, Nepâl, and Nagpoor. I am not very credulous of such reports, but I mention them to shew you that I am aware of them, and will not run into needless danger. God bless you; trust in Him, and pray for His help for your poor babies, and your affectionate husband,

REGINALD CALCUTTA.

TO THE REV. C. CHOLMONDELEY AND MRS.

CHOLMONDELEY.

Rahmatgunge, between Cawnpoor and Lucknow, Oct. 19, 1824.

MY DEAR CHARLES AND MARY,

I write to both in one letter, because, from the rambling nature of the life which I have been for some time leading, and still more from the number of business letters which I am obliged to attend

to, I have far less time than I could wish to thank my friends at home for the kind and interesting packets which I receive from them. Of those packets, I can assure you none has given Emily and myself more pleasure than Charles's account of the birth of your little boy.

My journey has hitherto lain through three, if not four, very distinct tracts of country and people; of the former I endeavoured to give you some idea in my letters from Calcutta, and I do not think that my first impressions have been altered. Bengal, of which I have now seen by far the greatest part, is all pretty nearly the same mass of luxuriant vegetation, fields of rice, indigo, and sugar, growing in and out of the water.

Bengal is not included within the bounds of Hindostan, and the term of Bengalee is used to express any thing which is roguish and cowardly; such as they are, however, I am far from disliking them; and I still am inclined to think some parts of the country the most beautiful, I am sure it is the most fertile, and to an European the most novel and exotic district which I have yet seen in India. But if you wish to obtain an idea of the people or country of Bengal, I know not where I can refer you better than to the large prints of Cook's third voyage; the expression of