Friday, 15 August 1862

Wet, pouring, till 3.

Rose at 6. Homer till 8.30.

Prayers & breakfast. Endless weather=wailings.

Exhibition of drawings ― a failure. Alarm of hawks among the parrots ― C.B. running out, & the whole party breaking off all attention: & when seated, Mrs. D.G. talked all the time of persons & things, D.G. reading the Quarterly right opposite the folio. Mrs. C.B. I think endeavored to see the drawings as far as in her lay ― (that not being much,) ― but on the whole I think I might have shown the Palestine sketches as made in Cornwall or elsewhere. After lunch, wh. was made agreable by the children, pouring rain & reading continued till 2.30. when it cleared; & C.B. & D.G. & I walked out ― beyond Ockham, & by a Mill ― leaving Ripley on the left ― & the river Wey, & so back by 7. A pretty walk.

Evening, singing &c. But ― we come no more
to the golden shore, for though they are good & kind, yet the whole doth me bore.

Bed at 11[.]

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


Leave a comment

Filed under 1862, Diary Entry

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s