Saturday, 7 November 1863

Cold, foggy ― damp. Rose at 7. Pretty house.

Prayers at 9. Breakfast at 9.15. Took leave of the kind Hunters, & came to Rail. In London by 11. ― Many letters. Subscribers 273. ―

Wrote some letters ― & a new list for printer, & at 3.30. came to Rail ― Putney by 3.45. ― Fly to Clarence by 5.15.

Talking ― & then children till 6.30 ― & writing this till 7.


Poor Mrs. Stuart Wortley! how terribly sad a life! But it was a pleasure to see them again, ― even thus.

I am not always at ease here ―― tho’ I can’t tell why: ― perhaps, greatly, owing to my own crotchetty botheration physical Pσychologic bosh.

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


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