Wednesday, 17 September 1862

Rose at 6. Slept awfully. ―― Rose at 7.30.

Letters from Mrs. Wyatt John Simeon, & Mrs. Clive ― the last, not without uneasiness.

Walk to the avenue ― & (after prayers ―― why does so sensible & good a man as Sir F.B. read that chapter in Joshua ― piuttosto Boshua ― about the Hill of 4skins? ― “ask me no more! ― what answer should I give?”[1] ―) with Sir F.B. up & down. ― Breakfast ― very agreable, ― at 9.15. ― 10 to 12 ― shewed drawings to all. ―

At 1. ― set off with T.G.B. ― over hill & vale ― & at 3.15 & over 7. miles ― reached the pretty valley of the Kest ― & Laverstok ― Melvill Postal’s Place. Lady C.P. ― an agreable Miss Elliot, & a Mrs. Paget ― pretty & fine & Princess Alexandra’s friend ― talk. ― & lunch. very benevolent beer. ―

At 4.15 ― we set off ― & vastly laughing unto fits, reached Stratton by 6.40. A most pleasant walk.

Dinner ― 7.45. ― very pleasant & cheerful ― [miming] & singing afterwards.

(I am to do  2 drawings for Sir F.B.)

11 to 12 ― smoking with T.G.B. ― he is a truly grand & charming fellow.

“Packed.”

Bed at 12.30.

 


[1] A line from Tennyson’s The Princess, VI. Ask Me No More.


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

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