A Lady's Diary a of the Siege of Lucknow; Written for the Perusal of Friends at Home

A Lady's Diary a of the Siege of Lucknow; Written for the Perusal of Friends at Home

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1858 edition. Excerpt: ...incessantly, and frightened me very much. Mrs. Fayrer is very ill. She had alarming choleratic symptoms to-day. They have barricaded the windows in Mrs. D.'s old room, and put her to bed. August 15, Saturday. Dear J. all right again to-day. Mrs. Fayrer very ill, and little Bobbie too. I fear little Herbert cannot recover: he seems to be sinking. It makes one's heart ache to look at his little suffering face. He is so weak he scarcely ever cries, and when he does, it is such a little feeble wail it is pitiable to hear. We are all coming to sleep upstairs in the dining-room to-night. The Tye Khana is so damp, every one is ill, and the dining-room is tolerably safe. Mrs. Clarke and I have been busy arranging beds under the punkah, and sewing on a good deep frill to whisk away the mosquitoes. This is the first night there has been no funeral. August 16, Sunday. Emily's baby aTwIJek old. A shell burst in the verandah outside Mrs. Fayrer's room. She was very much alarmed, and it is wonderful how she escaped being hurt. Dr. Fayrer carried her bed into Emmie's room, which, being quite in the centre of the house, is comparatively safe. Now the two invalids are together in a sort of hospital. A letter was brought in from Cawnpore last night. General HaTelock still waiting for reinforcements, and no hope of relief for us at present. August 19. Dear little Herbert D. died at half-past three this morning. Yesterday he seemed so much better that Mrs. D. was quite happy about him; but fever came on in the night, and we were alarmed at the way he gasped for breath, Mrs. Boileau happened to wake, and heard him first. Directly she looked at him she saw he was dying, and woke his mother and me. I called up Dr. Partridge, who ordered a warm bath; and we sent the...
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  • Paperback | 40 pages
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  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236580281
  • 9781236580283