July 18th, Sunday.—This morning my bear, finding I did not come out to see him, dragged his anchor, and toddled into my room, to the great distress of the monkey, who rushed after him, pulled his chain, and finally his tail, all to no purpose, till Bruin had satisfied himself I was in bed. He then settled himself to sleep on the rug before the fire, and Jacko, discovering the warmth was agreeable, crept into Bruin's arms, put his hands round his neck, and quietly joined him in his slumbers. Rained all day. Lord William Hay, Captain Riley, of H.M's 88th, and some other good-natured friends, came up and spent the evening with me.

July 19th, Monday.—Rain all day, but visitors came; among others, Colonel Barton, brother-in-law of Sir John Lawrence, and formerly commanding the 3rd Light Cavalry, which mutinied at Jullundur. Many of his views are identical with those of the Infantry-Colonel, and he appeared to think his men had been driven to mutiny by very injudicious treatment. As we had a spare-room, Riley, who was very ill, and suffering from the racket and tumult of the club, came up on a visit to Alison and myself.

Day after day passes as did those before it, and each finds me still crippled. I am fain driven to read such novels as the Simla library can afford; for I cannot write, and works which require attention fatigue my head.