I have just been in George’s room, assisting him to make speeches to Mr. Byron and some of the officers; and we have been giving presents to Captain Grey’s servant, who is a jewel of a man, and to the quarter-masters, coxswains, &c. I shall always have a great regard for the ‘Jupiters’ in general, they have been so very kind to us. I think I shall leave a note of thanks behind me.
George had one long letter overland, of as late a date as the 1st of December, giving us heads of news—Lord Salisbury’s death, Lord Milton’s, &c.; and there was a line from Lord Stanley, by which it is obvious that nothing has happened to anybody we care about up to December, so we shall receive the next letters without any nervousness.
Oh dear! how I do live at home: but I must go and dress now. We are very near Calcutta. God bless you, my dear ! I have been so happy since we had those letters. If this comes about the same time as the ‘Zenobia’ you will be sick of my writing.
