Sunday, 27 July 1862

Quite fine all through: ― sun, but cold wind.

Rose at 6. Homer till 8.30. Walk till 9.15. ―

Breakfast ― merry & pleasant. I never saw Lord Westbury more cheerful & full of converse. He proposed a walk, he riding the white pony ― & at 10.30. we set off. Talk of Corfu ― & lots of things: continual talk ― till at 1.30 we reached Hackwood house. Lunch. ― After ― walk with Lady W. (in chair pushed by Wally ―) Gussy & Miss Gye ― & Richie ― in the old kitchen garden ― what memories! ―――――

After returning ― the L.C. proposed another walk ― & we went through the woods, & to see the Dux &c. ― & later still I walked by myself. ― “The days that are no more.”[1]

Dinner ― after more sittings & walkings ――

Much talk: ― but later ― the Lord C. was asleep & Lady B. ― till very late ― when [he] woke up. ―

Bed at 11.

As pleasant a day as passed for many years.


[1] From the first stanza of Tennyson’s “Tears, Idle Tears” (1847):

Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy autumn-fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.

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


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