Tuesday, 18 December 1860

Hardish frost ― bright ― dry.

Suddingly ― worked all over the Interlaken, Beirût, & Damascus: & screwed them up ― moving them into the bedroom. Shaved the Cedar sky.

At 3 T. Wyatt came ― & bought the Philates!

Then a letter from Worrington ― ditto the Tiber?

Letter from Edwards Père ― also ― very θαυμαζὸν. ((Wonderful (NB).)) ― There is only Ζαγόρι now for sale. ―

A little walk to Weybridge & round by L. Philippe his tomb ―. “Packed.” ― Dined. ―

Called on & sate with Capt. & Mrs. Huish: ― ― Ἐκεῖνος ἀγαπᾶ τὰ χρήματα. ((He loves money (NB).)) Nevertheless they are good people.

Then, Mr. & Mrs. Hardman, & Miss Howard came & looked at the paintings till 11. ―

Ἒπειτα, pace up ὃλα πράγματα ἐῶς τὰς δώδεκα ὣρας. ((Then, packed up all my things till midnight (NB).)) ―


Nice letters from Littlegreen also

[Transcribed by Marco Graziosi from Houghton Library, Harvard University, MS Eng. 797.3.]

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