On the 1st November Calcutta was visited by the second cyclone within my experience.

We had arranged to go to the opera that evening, but when it was time to start the wind was so high that there seemed every chance of the carriage being blown over before we could get there, so we decided not to attempt it.

It was well we did, for the few adventurous spirits who struggled through the storm had the greatest difficulty in getting back to their homes.

The opera-house was unroofed before the performance was half over, and very little of the building remained standing the next day.

At bedtime we still thought it was only a bad storm, but towards midnight the wind increased to an alarming extent, and my wife awoke me, and begged me to get up, as the windows were being burst open and deluges of rain coming in.