have run at some considerable distance from the city. I infer this from the existence of wells of an immense depth built on what is now the very edge of the river. They still remain, strange to say, in perfect condition, shrouded by trees and nature's lining.

Since writing the above I find that Major R. H. Colebrooke, in his account of the course of the Ganges, relates examples of the rapid filling up of some of its branches, and the excavation of new channels, where the number of square miles of soil removed in a short time (the column of earth being 114 feet high) was truly astonishing. Forty square miles, or 25,000 acres, are mentioned as having been carried away, in one place, in the course of a few

years.

During Suja's viceroyalty a fire destroyed a great portion of the city, the public baths, and also considerably injured the palace.

APPENDIX.

"Si Romæ fueris, romano vivito more;

Si fueris alibi, vivito sicut ibi."-Ambrosius Josippus.

"If you are at Rome, live as they do at Rome; if elsewhere, live as they do there."

To MARMION. (A Confidential Epistle.)

MY DEAR MARMION,

I think my last letter was from the Hurricane Island, relating to the game laws and sport on that spot on the chart; since leaving which I have been in a complete whirl of ill-health, sea delays, and all the diabolicals that a man usually is afflicted with when confined for nearly six months in a room eight feet by nine and a half. I really never will during my life, unless I cannot help it, ever again enter one of those dimensions.

But let me collect my thoughts, and tell you something about England since my reaching it, which, from our crosses and jostles during the voyage, I never expected to reach alive.

More dead than living, I landed at Margate, and posted off without delay to that great Babylon-London, travelling through that beautiful country, that garden of England -Kent.

The crops were all golden, standing on the ground, and cutting, save oats, very partial indeed.

How my heart (sick as I felt) did jump and kick against my ribs, as I whirled past barley, and wheat, and beans, and clover, and young swedes, and all the crops,-so clean, so weedless, so rich in appearance; and then my thoughts wandered farther, and I felt very anxious to know what they held besides.

I am now looking at your phiz and tip-tops, hanging up in the best room in my cottage. It is flanked with skins and horns, and shooting gear is liberally strewed around it. My black and tan setter, "Prussia," is lying at your feet, fast asleep, and the two pointers are "extended" before the fire. Your humble sitting by a brisk one, clad in black velveteen shooting dress, changing my shot from "Cross" No. 7 to No. 5; and you have exactly the whole scene as it exists in England-general personal appearance rather cadaverous than otherwise.

Since shooting commenced, I have shown up altogether better than I previously had reason to expect. The season has been a late one for birds, and in some counties the shooting was generally put off. It was so in the part of Wiltshire where my interest lay.

The morning of the 12th opened on me re-shouldering a gun in merry old England. "Pilot" and "Ross" were with the D-y-tt keeper, but dogs were not wanting (for my friend had excellent ones), or a more birdy-looking country I never set eyes on.

I was elated and light-hearted, and light-sided enough for our pursuit; but I must confess that, finding myself placed among good sportsmen, good shots, quite on their own crow, I felt nervous at setting off; added to this, my friend had a sovereign contempt for everything Indian, and considered

that even English money became currency, and depreciated by translation to Hindustan.

One or two first shots that got up to my companions were knocked over with a smartness and ease quite astounding, still tending somewhat more to my discomfiture and nervousness. I soon forgot everything else but the delight of the scene, and my eye had been completely taken out by a black setter belonging to my friend G-h, whose style of hunting and beating his ground I thought as good a thing as ever I had witnessed. My moment came to him, for he stood dead on a hare, seated in a thin tuft of clover, just a step in front of me. I heard a low mutter of "kick her out," or something like it; and out she went, and purled over. The dog was down charge while loading; when he moved to another point; the bird did not lie a second, and it was well I played up quick, getting a double shot, and killing handsomely. The steadiness of the dog was beyond praise, and I made up my mind to beg, borrow, or steal him, if money would not purchase him. He became my property that evening, over a jug of good brown ale. He is a sure dog at everything; but I never saw his like for a pheasant, either for point, drawing, or pushing him.

I killed two brace and a half of long tails, and a brace of hares, the first day to him. He is a breast high dog and not to be tired. What a capital dog for the woods he will be next year!

Eighteen years, Marmion, is much too long to stay from connections and friends, and such a length of time breaks the union completely. Such is my case: some are dead, some scattered, and those that are left greatly changed.

I have found, and still do find, great difficulty in getting a day's shooting from strangers; and without leave, you cannot stir off a footpath.

By the new law, the old certificate qualifies you to kill