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Poor T writes me letters intended to be cheery, but really 



awfully dismal. She bears up bravely, and thinks no one sees her 

 sorrow. 



We have a picture in the house that belonged to some one who 

 fled from this on the 3d June. It is called " Woman's Mission." 

 You must have seen it in the print-shop windows, two Scutari 

 volunteer nurses attending a wounded man. A pathetic picture suits 

 our feelings. All but two, I believe, have either wife or lover to 

 think of ; but sorry should I or any be that any woman should be 

 with us. Poor Batty married a very short time ago, and had to part 

 from his Bride almost immediately, and send her to Calcutta. He, 

 too, has lost a Brother. 



I hope the English papers will have better and truer accounts than 

 the Indian generally have ; but you cannot follow events without 

 some good map, like Allen's 2 : 2s. one. So don't try ; it will only 

 puzzle you, and the Times will give you the pith of the matter. The 

 fire is now really being extinguished, though it will be long before 

 stray points cease to flare up and burn those within their range. 



There are two hundred of the King of Nepaul's Goorkas on the 

 march to form part of our garrison, and on those we think we can 

 really depend. They are very brave, and more than a match for 

 Sepoys, and are more different in race and manners from the Hindus 

 than we are, and very different in religion. 



Urgent requisitions have been sent to Ghazipoor and Benares for 

 Europeans, which may now at length be answered. 



With regard to Mrs. T , whom I was nearly forgetting in my 



egotism, I hope if she has by the time this reaches you visited 

 Cheltenham that you have seen her. What a comfort it must be to 

 her, poor thing, to think that she made him face those thoughts he 

 had shunned and shirked so long. She left by last mail, so she will 

 have been a fortnight in England or Ireland when this reaches you. 

 I hope to write you a letter by Bombay and Marseilles of a later date, 

 and to Editha by Calcutta and Marseilles ; so that this letter, which I 

 confess is an alarmist one, will not arrive till you know the Event. I 

 have written what I have that you may see I know my danger, and 

 have, I hope, right feelings under it. I remain, my very dear mother, 

 your most affectionate son, ROBERT HENRY POMEROY. 



To PROF. MAXWELL FROM PROF. G. G. STOKES. 



School of Mines, 

 Jermyn Street, 7th November J57. 



I have just received your papers on a dynamical top, etc., 

 and the account of experiments on the perception of colour. 

 The latter, which I missed seeing at the time when it was 

 published, I have just read with great interest. The results 



