Thursday, 19 March 1863

Mild ― soft ― mizzly rain ― clearing after midday.

Worked ― irregularly at L. Rawson’s Philæ ― taking out many of the drawings from their frames.

About 1. P.M. suddenly ―

X5.

Inexhaustible bother ― yet things are better than even a year ago ― & far more so than 3 or 4 years back[.]

All the more evident, that I worked on the Philæ till 5. Drawing S. Salvador till 6.15.

This home is a sort of Paradise this year: now & then the children velow make a noise ―― but the ˇ[most] beautiful playing on the Piano of the Consul’s wife is indeed a blessing. The only drawback is that she plays so little, & that the Instrument is below my bed room. I give up my own next week ― a loss ―― but τί ἐμπορῶ νὰ κάμω;[1]

At 7.15 dined. ―― & from 8.30 to 10.30 ― or 10.45. penned outold 1856 drawings ― having sent G. to bed. He has a cough, which I had rather he hadn’t. But he is in these days cheerful & very diligent in his writing.


[1] What can I do? (NB).


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

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