Monday, 10 November 1862

Fine all day.

Rose before 6. ―――― Breakfast with B.H.H. at 7. ―

Rail 7.30. & left Bernard Hunt at Reigate ― at 8.45. At 9.15 ― I went on to Folkestone, & got there by 12. ― The sea having been awfully rough yesterday ― no boat came ― & there is a great swell today.

Luggage all came. A kind of uncertainty makes me regret half, that I took it. I think a more large permanent home must be secured in England ― & then the winter months got over more lightly & unsettledly. ―

I took a long walk to beyond Sandgate & Hythe. ―

Returning, wrote till 7. then dined. And bed ― tired ― at 9.30.

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


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One response to “Monday, 10 November 1862

  1. Peter Byrne

    Lear (Edward) the Hamlet of the Nonsense Elsinore. The man who couldn’t make up his mind. He finally sent Gussie, very politely, to a nunnery. Here he’s engaged again in his hesitations about whether to cut loose from the Fatherland.

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