22 LETTERS FROM INDIA.

Friday, November 13, Lat. 17° South.

We had the sun right over our heads at
twelve o'clock to-day, and ought all to have been
as shadowless as Peter Schleniihl for once in our
lives, but it happened to be a cloudy day. I
must own the he^t is not that annoyance we
were told to expect; it was troublesome a fort-
night ago, for a few days, but it is really very
nice weather now; and we have been going on
since Monday a good steady pace, which pro-
mises to bring us to Eio on Monday or Tuesday,
if we get over the danger of a calm off Cape Frio,
which is a common event. We make lotteries
for each place—Madeira, the Line, Eio, &c. ;
and seven of us put in a dollar apiece and draw
a day of the week; in fact, there is nothing we
do not do to try and seem amused, but we

make sad failure of it. ------takes horrible

fits of bore at times ; George hardly ever, ex-
cept when the wind falls and we cannot make
seven knots an hour, and then he fidgets and
groans. I have not seen Fanny in such good
health and spirits for ages. The servants are
all very contented. Eosina (the ayah) is a
good merry old black thing. Chance is the