We have had no news from the Front for some time, but to-day a convoy of
wounded came through with the intelligence that Nott had taken Ghuznee.
I hope he warmed up any of the black rascals that fell into his hands.
No word of Pollock.
An elephant battery came up from the Punjab, looking in very good
condition. There were several convalescents with it going up to rejoin
their regiments. Knew none of them except Mostyn of the Hussars and
young Blakesley, who was my fag at Charterhouse, and whom I have never
seen since.
Punch and cigars _al_fresco_ up to eleven o'clock.
Letters to-day from Wills & Co. about their little bill forwarded on
from Delhi. Thought a campaign freed a man from these annoyances.
Wills says in his note that, since his written applications have been in
vain, he must call upon me in person. If he calls upon me now he will
assuredly be the boldest and most persevering of tailors.
A line from Calcutta Daisy and another from Hobhouse to say that Matilda
comes in for all the money under the will. I am glad of it.
October 3.--Glorious news from the Front today. Barclay, of the Madras
Cavalry, galloped through with dispatches. Pollock entered Cabul
triumphantly on the 16th of last month, and, better still, Lady Sale has
been rescued by Shakespear, and brought safe into the British camp,
together with the other hostages. _Te_Deum_laudamus!_
This should end the whole wretched business--this and the sack of the
city.
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