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Wenesday, 30 September 1863

Rose at 6.30. Work little ― before breakfast.

4 letters ― each a subscriber ― lady Grenville, Lady Wilmot Horton, ― A. Heywood, & Lady Fitzwilliam, & all particularly kind writing.

Finished the 13th Lithograph ― (No. 1) ― & worked a good deal at the 14th (No. 3. Virò.) ―

Came Edwd. Wilson, & asked me to dine ― so at 6.30 I went to the Reform Club ― having previously gone to ask after poor Archie Peel.

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Pleasant dinner ― & good in all ways ― Tomato soup, Smelts, ― truffle patters, ― some sort of steak ― & a grouse, & ice pudding ― with sherry ― a bottle of Veuve Cliquôt, ― & one of good claret. Τοῦτο ὀνομάζεται γεῦμα, άληθῶς.[1] ― The Reform Club is gorgeous.

E.W. (who is 49 & a half years old,) starts on the 14th for Liverpool ― & then by the Gt. Britain to Melbourne ―― a voyage of 60 days. ― I would like to go.

Home by 10.40. Bed at 11.

Kind note from Mrs. Prescott.


[1] This is what I call dinner, indeed (NB).


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Tuesday, 29 September 1863

Rose at 7. ― Only one Subscriber ― the 73rd[.]

No Hunts, ― no Empsons, ― no Stanleys. Seemeth me I shall make a fiasco after all. ― After breakfast began to work, but violent indigestion & illness prevailed. X.

Then ― about 11 ― Mr. Morier came. 80 ― next February ― he is! ― I see him much aged & infirm ― but he is as clear-headed & full of fun as ever. Talking of an anecdote ― said to be from him, ― in Gronow’s Reminiscences[1] ― (& which he corrected,) we laughed at that of the Duchess de Pompadour’s gold Podechambre. But said Mr. Morier ― the fact of its being used as a Soup Tureen is only similar to what I myself saw at ― (some place in Turkey) ― where a Pasha had had English presents ― among others, a Bidet ― in which a roast Pig was served up!

After he left ― I drew ― but badly ― till 6. At this blessed 13th Lithograph.

Δὲν ὑπῆγα τὶποτες.[2]

Dined on cold beef & rice. ― ―

The sadness & solitariness of this life is becoming laughable.

Read Leigh Hunts Αὐτοβιογραφία.


[1] Rminiscences of Captain Grownow, Formerly of the Grenadier Guards, and M.P. for Stafford. London: Smith, Elder and Co, 1862.

[2] “Did not go nothing” presumably intending “anywhere” (NB).


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Monday, 28 September 1863

Rose at 6. ― Breakfast at 7. Gloomy morning.

Essex certainly has no liveliness of aspect. Rail at Brentwood & to town. Pouring rain. Home by 10. Drew, but very interruptedly at No. 1 ― the 13th Lithograph. Lady Westbury sent a note ― asking me to [Anstead], & I answered, but afterwards found I had engaged to go on a date I dated wrongly ― so I have to go up ―by way of remedy & penance to Upper Hyde Park Gardens.

Then came Jamie Hornby, ―― dear Jambo. Ἐνθημοῦμαι τῶν ἡμέρων παρασμένων εἰς Νῶζλι.[1]

Alas! ― he could only stay half an hour. ―

These things point to another world ― methinks ― truly: ― for why the recall of such long past pain if for no good.

At Hyde Park Gardens ― found another note from the Lord C. ― & rushed to go on Saturday ― putting off the Prescotts. ― Walked on to Daddy Hunt ― & found him. After a walk, I staid to dine with him at 7. ― Little Teddy his nephew there. ― Staid till 9.40, ― most pleasantly. Cab home.

Letter from Ellen, enclosing one from Fredk. ―

Wrote to Mrs. Prescott.


[1] “I am reminded of days past at Nozli” (NB), Nozli being “a town in Asiatic Turkey, in the province of Natolia” according to The New Universal Gazeteer; or Geographical Dictionary. London: G.G. and J. Robinson, 1798. However Marian’s comment below is no doubt right and Νῶζλι is a transliteration of Knowsley.


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Sunday, 27 September 1863

Rose at 8 ― having slept only the last part of the night. Breakfast ― cheerfullish. Talk with C.F.L. ἔπειτα, & showed the 11 Lithographs.

Lady W. came down at 1 ― & ditto repeated. She ― very pleasant as always.

Lunch. Agreable. At 2.40 ―walk with C.F. to Navestock church. Bore ― service ― Xtening & churching ― & a 25 minutes stupid sermon. Certainly ― the forms of religion are stupid & sad ἐις τὴν πατρίδαμου.[1] Walked back by 5: & now he is going out with her.

So far ― the day has gone by ― less wearily than I had augured. Would I could get early to town tomorrow ― but that is not possible, I fear. The day is chilly & gloomy ― if it were bright there would be beauty in these Essex meadows.

(Maria Miss Ailesby has been staying with them of late ― furious & miserable at Lord W.’s marriage with Miss S. To the last she had hoped to marry him herself! ―)

From 6 to 7.30. sate quietly with C.F. reading & talking. ―

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Tea & singing till 10. ― & all very pleasant. Prayers ― read by C.F. ― Then, mostly to bed: I with C.F. talking till 11. ― So: ― εἶναι περισοττέρας εὐχαριστήσεις παρά ηνόμιζα, εἰς ταύτας δύο ἡμέρας.[2]

 


[1] In my country (NB).

[2] There are more pleasures than I thought in these two days (NB).


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Saturday, 26 September 1863

Rose ― 6.30 ― worked till 8. ―

Wrote notes ― after breakfast & then worked at No. 1 ― (13th Lithograph) till 2.30. Dressed ― & at 3.30 ―left for Shoreditch Station. C. Braham ― Brentwood by 5.20. Drive to Dudbrook ― cold! Oh! ――

C.F. out walking. My Lady unwell. Ward Braham ― who is amusing ― & imitates the 3 brothers Harcourt θαυμαστικὸς.[1] ― Dressed 7.30. C.F. came in. A talk of storx & the Islands.

Dinner.

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Mrs. H. ― (προτήφηρον[2] lady W.’s Governess ―) bu[r]st out contemptuously as to H. Hunts Temple ― “I have an instinct: the Doctors’ faces were all the same ― & the Virgins face wa altogether miserable.”

Later they all fred to whist upstairs, ― & I, & C.F. sate talking till 10.30.

ὃλα χαλασμένα ― κόσμος ― ἒλπις ― ἡμέραι, ἂνθρωποι.[3]


[1] Wonderfully (NB).

[2] Nina is baffled by this word and says: “maybe [Lear] was going for ‘previously.’”

[3] Everything is rotten ― the world ― hope ― the days, the people (NB).


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Friday, 25 September 1863

Fine ― rose 6.30. Touched proofs with white.

Only 3 new subscribers by Post ― 54 being as yet the highest number ― which won’t pay.

Letter from G. Cocali ― Καρραλάμπος has been ill again ― al solito, Spiro gone to Athens.

Letter from F.L. ― who is in a fuss about this blessed Storx Judge affair: he sends ˇ[copy of] a letter he has written to the Duke. Wrote to him.

Finished the 12th Lithograph ― No. 2 ― S. Salvador, & began the 13th ― No. 1. the Ascension view, which I worked at till 5.30. Then dressed & went to the Digby Wyatts ― & by great fun, found them at home. What a delight those people are!

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Music ― dogs ― birds ― architecture, ― drawing ― conversation of all intelligence, & Digby walked with me to Goodge St.

Home by 11.30.


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Thursday, 24 September 1863

Rose at 6.30. but there is no pleasure in so doing. Wet all day.

At breakfast ― saw that dear old Mr. Cockerell was to be buried at St. Paul’s ― & I knew that it would please Fred, & Mrs. C. if I went there. So I dressed, & went in a cab ― & got a ticket from Penrose. (What horrible statues are there in this place!!) By degrees, numbers came: ― of whom, Clarke, Ferguson & Digby Wyatt were of those I knew. The procession & ceremony are ― to Londoners ― imposing: but to me ― not so: the simple word-reading is far more so. The long chanting, & formal conventional intoning & minors are a bore. The Vault portion of the detail was more impressive ― but even then, “dust to dust” &c. sung, is to me nil. Dean M. ― (greatly altered since I used to meet him at Miss Duckworth’s ― now nearly double, ―― yet with every energy of mind apparent,) read beautifully. ―

I came away solo ― & a cab took me home by 1.45. ―

I find, Oldham the Lodger below is going: ― a bore. I should be gald of those rooms ― if I could properly afford them.

Worked from 2 to 5. Then walked to 13. Chester Terrace, to leave a card on the poor sad Cockerells ― for old as he was, & blank as his later life has been, he was ― so to speak, ― a friend in his own family: & that blank is not filled again.

Returned to dine at 7. ― il solito[1] κρύον κρέας προβάτου.[2]

 


[1] The usual.

[2] Cold lamb meat (NB).


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