Tuesday, 24 November 1863

Foggy ― dark ― & wet: abominable.

Nice letter from the elder Edwards: ― wrote to him ― resolving he should have the Turin for 100Gs.

Sir Francis Scott is dead. {yesterday ― at St. Leonards.

Mr. Crake is dead. ―

Day sent Type=proofs ―: corrected them & sent back. Looked out books &c. for Corfû. ― This day last year I arrived there.

At 6.30 cab to Digby Wyatts’.


Dinner, e tutto al solito,[1] delightful. The peculiar good of the Digby Wyatts is that they them selves are so wholly without display or affectation, that they can mix up such various people ― a social effort leading to immense good. I wish however that they introduced people more distinctly ― for I never knew who Barry was: ― & I said to him ― talking of vases with forms & outlines, “it seems to me so in architecture, for the St. Georges’s Hall at Lpool is form, whereas the Houses of Parliament have none: the former is independent of details ― the latter depnds on it for exterior success.” Pretty ― to the son of Sir C. Barry!! ― Bonomi is greatly aged.


[1] And everything as usual.

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


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