The pleasure of writing pays itself.
Calcutta: December 18, 1837.
Dear Ellis,--My last letter was on a deeply melancholy subject, the death of our poor friend Malkin.

I have felt very much for his widow.
The intensity of her affliction, and the fortitude and good feeling which she showed as soon as the first agony was over, have interested me greatly in her.

Six or seven of Malkin's most intimate friends here have joined with Ryan and me, in subscribing to put up a plain marble tablet in the cathedral, for which I have written an inscription.

[This inscription appears in Lord Macaulay's Miscellaneous Works.] My departure is now near at hand.

This is the last letter which I shall write to you from India.