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Tuesday, 31 March 1863

Same loveliness of weather.

Went early to Taylor’s, to get cash. ― Saw poor Mr. Earle ― whose son died a few days ago. ―

(At 11. Woodley sent for the case ― to go to Liverpool ― which contains Mrs. Rawson’s picture ― all the drawings sold & unsold ― 53 in all ― & a large box with 59 Drawings & 37 Photographs ― besides 7 unfinished paintings & 5 little ones in frames!!! ―)

At 12.30 ― I went ― slowly ― to Ποταμῶ ― annoyed by curs: wherefrom, anger. Then, to Εὐροποῦλος ― & to the beautiful view over Πόταμω & the sea. ― but I do not think it would be good as one of 12 ― characteristic of Corfû. ― Upset a dog ― on my way ― devouring a large loaf ― stolen. 2 small children came soon, (leading, one, an ass, the other, a sheep & lamb, to feed. They were very amusing: &, impromptu songs of mine, convulsed with laughing.

“Μίαν ἡμέραν ἢλθε ἓνας κακό σκυλῆ
Και ἀγαλιαγαλια ἒκλεφτισε ενα καλὸ ψωμί[”] ――[1]

They left me, & I drew till, 4, when I went to the village of Εὐροποῦλος, & drew a “commencement of a design,”!!!! ― of that gt. tree. A whole family about me ― all amiable & lively=courteous: children & all.

View of Europoulos, Corfu. '31.March.1863/January 28. 1864. 3.30. PM'

View of Europoulos, Corfu. ’31.March.1863/January 28. 1864. 3.30. PM’

At 6 it grew cold ― καὶ τοῦς ἂφισα.[2] What a country of loveliness is this!

Walk home ― bright moonlight ―― by 7.30.

Found George once more in a grief ― for Καραλάμπι is ill ― the “Muto” ― has come & told this ― but we know no more; only ― as the scarlet fever is so rife ― all is feared. ―

So I dine & send G. out to his home at 8. Please God his children may not die!

Read Finlay. (A letter ― from T.G. Baring, introducing Mr. Stuart, R.S. If at all possible, I must get him to dine here on Thursday ― for the Barings sakes.[)]

 


[1] One day, a bad dog came | And little by little stole a nice loaf of bread (NB).

[2] And I left them (NB).


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Monday, 30 March 1863

Paradise weather ― but mountains ― dim.

Slept ― awful, riz at 8.

Man came & packed ― or rather ― put lid on case. Went to Taylors ―: saw Clark & Mrs. Boyd. Called on the 6th ― very pleasant: & found a real grand view of Salvador: ― lunching with Capt. Philipps & Moreland.

At 3 ― went to the Orange groves below to Cannone round ― & drew till nearly 6. It is not possible to give the brown glory of these woods ― in words ― & the gold sparkle of the fruit. The people were very amiable & nice: a small child ― τὸ παχὺ[1] ― amused me.

Home to dine at 7.20. Letter from Capt. Murray, & from C.F.

2 Papers. Lady Westbury was buried on the 21st. ―

Penned out till 10. G. seems illish. (Extract from a letter I wrote today, to Mrs. Beadon)

“yet the more I see of this place, so the more I feel that no other spot on earth can be full of beauty & of variety of beauty. For you may pass your days bylow gigantic cliffs with breaking foam=waves below them ― (as at [Palaiocastrizza],) ― or on hills which overlook long seas of foliage backed by snow covered mountain ridges ― (as at Janina or Gastouri,) or beneath vast olives overbranching dells full of fern & Myrtle & soft green fields of bright[2] grass: or in gardens & groves dark with orange & lemon groves, their fruits sparkling golden yellow against the purple sea & amethyst hills ―― or by a calm sandy shore below aloe=grown [][3] ― rippling=sparkling curves of sea sounding gently around all day long.”

 


[1] The fat one (NB).

[2] Lear seems to correct “fright” to “bright.”

[3] A blotted word: I think it reads “bliffights.” Perhaps Lear meant “cliff heights.”


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Sunday, 29 March 1863

XX8.

Windy ― but fine.

No rest.

Breakfast 8.30.

Wrote to Fanny C. Percy C. ― &c. &c.

At 1 ― resolving not to dine out ― walked straight to beyond Κονδόκαλι, & up the little pass towards Κυρκυμέλλυ ― where F.L. taught me “pistol shooting” years ago. There I drew for an hour ― & then began slowly to turn back ― reaching home by 7.

At 7.30. went & dined at Carters. Some people over there, beaten by distress of wind to this port coming from Tripoli (in Africa) to Malta, they were 10 days out helpless ― & finally driven to Navarino.


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Saturday, 28 March 1863

Perfectly fine.

An unpleasant day ―: worry ― worry ―― all through.

The Zinc=man did not come at 9 as promised ― not till 2 or 3 ― so, the whole day went in waiting & worrying.

And when he did come ― & packed the case, he wedged it out so that the lid was useless.

Then came 2 letters: Fanny Coombe & Ellen Newsom.

Lady Westbury is dead!

Maria Coombe engaged to be married ― a Rev. Mr. Morse.

Walked out gloomily at 4.30 ― or 5 ― by the lane below the One gun road, & above the battery.

Dined gloomily at 7.30.


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Friday, 27 March 1863

Paradise weather.

Did little ― called on the Consular [Princes]. & Captn. Wade Brown sate with me a longish time.

At 1. P.M. went to Βασιλάκης garden, & drew a Norange tree till 5.30. walking then with him to Ἀνάλειψις, Ἄγια Μαρίνα, & back.

Dined at 7.30 & penned out till 10[.]

Nicolo Kokali has been bled & is better.


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Thursday, 26 March 1863

XX7.

Bad lines. Wonderful calm bright summer day, all through.

Worked a little at S. Salvador ― but chiefly the early day went in packing ― books ― drawings &c. &c. &c.

At 2.15. came Capt. Wade Browne ― & we walked over Potamo & round by the flats ― quietly & unhurried. Browne, who has been in Japan & all unheard of places is a delightful companion. Near the lower Potamo flat bridge, ― poor Contadino[1] passed ― walking hard, ― but crying miserably: ―I could not help asking him why ― & he said his eldest son died χθὲς[2] ― his 2nd this morning ― & 3 ― his remaining children (τὰ ἂλλα λοιπὰ παιδιὰ)[3] ― were ill with this dreadful sad fever. He said he had no money for the Doctor at Ἂγια Δοῦλι,[4] & ˇ[he] was going to Corfu to see what God would do for him. ―

We thought it better to give him 2/. ― & send him back to see what could be done. ―

Browne seems a generous kind-hearted fellow also ― as well as so intelligent & pleasant. ―

Home by 7. Met Craven, who says Major Robertsons little girl has died ― one day’s illness only, ― to day: ― & thus it seems the fever does not abate.

At 7.45. sent Giorgio to see after Nicolo, & to send a Doctor if possible.

 


[1] Farmer.

[2] Yesteday (NB).

[3] The resto f the children (NB).

[4] Lear probably means Άγιοι Δούλοι, a village.


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Wednesday, 25 March 1863

Same pleasant, fine weather ― clouds ― & sun: ― showers afar off.

Now & then a breeze ― wh. makes the boats ricuperare[1] for an hour or so.

Worked ― almost nil. & a little at some out of window drawings. My piano went at 12. ―

All things rather unhinged.

Came ― Capt. Wade Browne ― & bought 2 drawings: & later, Capt. Stocker, who bought one ― so that I should have a good 50£ to run about with. Came also Sir H. Woolff, with a Mr. & Mrs. Lane ― very nice people ― & a Sir Somebody ― not nice. ―

From 4 ― I began to pull down the pictures, & take them out ―, wh. operation lasted to 7.

G. comes in & says Nicola has febbre ― & pains in the throat ― & is in a sort of alarm ― no wonder ― with all these illnesses about.

Did not go out. At 7.10 ― Capt. Stocker came for his drawing.

7.20. dined. ― Afterwards penned out, & G. went to see his boy.

At 11.15. returned: Nicola is not worse, but I don’t like what I hear of him, altogether.

Bed at 12. ―

 


[1] Gain time (?).


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