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Saturday, 31 August 1861

Villa Petraja. 7.

One of those perfect cloudless calm days ― only known in Autumn here. A wonderful loveliness if one could but enjoy it, from sunrise to starlit night. Rose at 6 & painted till 8. Kind note from Janet Hunt. ― Newspaper ― & then pretty regular work all over the Petraja till 4. ― But it is not, & cannot be a very satisfactory picture. ― Letter from J.B. Edwards ― vague. & Ellen, enclosing one from poor R. Boswell, in a wretched state. 10£ must be sent to him at once.

Dined on 4 small Vitins, & 2 smaller taters. Immediately after, began to work on Dead Sea, & did a good deal of the tree. At 7.15 ― walked al solito on the parade: a crowd near Hastings, so turned back. ―

A very queer weary week. Of letters written, & answered

Lady Bethell Westbury answered  9th. 25th ――        9th Sept.
Gussie Bethell answered                 3rd. 25th ――       3rd
John Cross ――――――                9th. 25th ―――    9th
James Hornby ―――――              25th ――――      ――
S. Clowes answered ―― 6th ―        25th ――              6th
S. Street answered 2nd ――            27th ――              2nd
Mrs. Bergmann answered 6 ―       28th ―――          6th
C. Church ――――――                25th                      ――
Mrs. Clive answered 2nd ―            25th ―――          2nd
Mrs. Empson ―― 5th ―                 25th ―――          5
Holman Hunt answered 6 ―         25th ―                  10, 6 all are yet unanswered
J. Lacaïta ― 10 ――                        25 ―――            10

M.A. Crake sent an invitation to a pic nic to day! ― I think I see myself there!!!!

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

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Friday, 30 August 1861

V. Petraija. 6.

Work all day ― barring newspaper, & a long letter to C.F. & one to his Aunt. That dear good old Lady is not very well it seems, ― by a nice letter from him to day. One also from Mr. Morier later in the day. Weather fine ― sunny but windy.

Worked at the hills & city, in the Petraja: anyhow, much work is done, come it to what it may, & every day, wearily as it goes by, knocks off one more of this phase of destiny.

Read Miss E. Beaufort ((Beaufort, Emily A. Egyptian Sepulchres and Syrian Shrines. 2 vols. London: Longman, Green, Longman, and Roberts, 1861.)) at times: too “religious” & flashy. ― Dined at 4 ― on one sole, & 2 potatoes & some few small beers.

At 7.25 walked in the dim dying light. Bed at 9.15.

A week gone here!

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

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Thursday, 29 August 1861

Villa Petraija ― 5

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Windier & cloudier, & heavy sea.

Roe by 6.30. I do not sleep well. ― Painted till breakfast. Letter from EllenF.’s son has gone into the southern army. Wrote to Ellen & Sarah: & worked, ― barring newspaper reading ― till 4.

Dinner ― 2 small fishes.

Worked again till dusk ― then walked out till 9. It is better to go slapdash at this horrid phase of life & get through it.

I am by no means well.

Slept very little.

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

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Wednesday, 28 August 1861

V. Petraja ― 4

There was fog early ― (rose at 6.30.) but it cleared, & the day was the loveliest conceivable. I wish I had my journal here of 1859, there is such an absurd sameness just now! The fine calm weather, the distasteful hard work all day ― … the disinclination to go out ― [even] the receipt of a letter from Mr. Edwards! ― [Colours] of Athos come back ― & Patmos, & Eubœa, ― but there seems no use in memory.

Wrote to Mr. Morier.
Lacaita
B.D. Morier
Mrs. Bergmann

Dined at 4 ― sole & cold fowl. ―

Worked again till dusk: really I don’t know if well or ill. Then took my solitary walk, farther than usual, but beyond the Library are annoyances of crowds & bore. ―

O dear! what a life!

Bed at 9. ― No Greek: no penning out. Yet considering all that has past there has been no little energy by fits, tho’ I haven’t much just now.

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

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Tuesday, 27 August 1861

Villa Petraja. 3

One of the perfect days of weather, bright, calm, not hot. But at sunset there came a great “sea=fog” ― & I suppose there will be rain tomorrow.

Morally also, & physiologically διὰ ἐμὲ, ˇ[(τὸν εαυτόνμου,)] ((For me (myself) (NB).)) the day was somewhat better. Worked before breakfast ― & afterwards off & on. Paper came late, & took long to read. ― dined at 4 ― boiled fowl. Worked again till 7 ― dusk ― then prowled ― from 7.30 ― to 8.30. ―

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

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Monday, 26 August 1861

Lovely day all through. La Petraja. 2

Physic ― & unwell.

Worked pretty hard off & on ― but XX & horribly out of spirits ― & miserable.

Dined at 4 on a sole & beer & potatoes.

Worked again ― & walked a little.

After all what good are the trees & beautiful woods of England to me? I got no sight of them. ― Nor is it well that I should care much now for anything more. ―

I think, at the outside, I shall finish 4 or 5 of these paintings only ― & then leave St. Leonard’s. ―

“We come no more to the golden shores ((Shakespeare, The Merry Wives of Windsor. I.iv. Falstaff to Robin: “Hold, sirrah, bear you these letters tightly; | Sail like my pinnace to the golden shores.”))
“Which we loved in days of old.” ((Owen Meredith (Robert, Lord Lytton). Clytemnestra. II: “Troy being captive, we shall see once more | Those whom we loved in days of old.” Bulwel-Lytton, Robert. The Poetical Works of Owen Meredith. Boston: James R. Osgood and Company, 1875. 302.)) ―

O weary life.

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

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Sunday, 25 August 1861

Rose at 8 ― shameful! ― Bright morning & day throughout, but windy, & noisy sea.

Wrote all the day ― 14 letters.

1 Lady Bethell ― Westbury
2. Gussie Bethell.
3 Mrs. Clive
4 C.M. Church.
5 S.W. Clowes.
6 J. Edwards.
7 Mr. Edwards
8 Holman Hunts
9 Edgar Drummond
10 John Cross.
11 James Hornby.
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14 Mrs. G. Scrivens

& posted all at 6. ― Then went up to Mr. Crakes. Good old Mr. C. wanes fast. ― Mrs. Hamilton is there ― & M.A.C. ― & Mrs. C. ― I went to look over Van’s house, but returned to dine. Mary Ann C.’s behavior to her mother is certainly at times horrid. ― The children are nice enough. ― After dinner, Mr. C. talked of Sicily “Girgenti &c.” ― as clearly as if it were last year he had gone there ― not 1841. ― Later, V.C. came in ―: & poor Mr. C. slept. Sad universal sadness of decay! Alike for all! ――

A sudden death I think is best. ―

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

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