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Thursday, 31 March 1864

Wind perpetual ― but shiftier towards N.W.

Rose before 7. zinc & nail for last 3 boxes. ―

Went out at 10.30 ― to Wordleys, Austn. Lloyds’ office, Loughman’s Bank ― where I got 50£ notes for cheques, ― & Boyds, who very kindly gave me 50 Naps: for 40£. Then I went to the 9th with prints of the Citadel for Wright & Curzon & O. Middleton ― & then I lunched ― having no end of dawdle & flâner till 3. (Major Darling there.) At 4 ― walked with Wright & Dunn to Ascension.

O ever-loved olives! gray  solemn ― & delicate=tumbling ― dark-branched! ―

Heavy storms of rain & wind when I got home.

At 7 ― to the Citadel.


Very pleasant all. Staid till 10.30. ― Walked home by the narrow calle [of] St. Spiro. The ‘university’ boys had a row this last week, & attacked Baker, δὲνθέλομενἈγγλονδιδάσκαλον.[1] They pelted him with slates & books, & Miss B. fainted. Police came.

[1] We do not want an English teacher (NB).

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Wednesday, 30 March 1864

XX Cloudy ― & gleamy, but with very violent gusts of W. Wind all day at times ― & storms of rain. ― indeed ― a truly odious day. Packed my lamps & various smallnesses: & did nothing all day but look at Capt. Deverill’s beloved geese. The conduct of that exemplary gander is indeed beautiful.

Poor Χριστός was the same all last night.

The remaining gt. case was got out of the cellar ― for packing, I hope ― tomorrow. ―

Italian Mail brought papers ― 22nd & 3 letters ― 2. receipts from Lady Dunmore & Lord Sonthesk for the Ionian Views. One from C.F. The D. of N. has had 2 fits, & must resign. Altogether C.F.’s letter is very kind & good. I sent it to Sir H.J.

Dined at Boyds ― 6.30. The Martello tower fell at 5.30. The gas pipes laid down every where ― impede the Line wall passenger.


Evening far from unpleasant.

But the wind is dreadful, & great rain has fallen. A very sad day.

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Tuesday, 29 March 1864

Finer day ― but cloudy ― & towards 5 ― 6 ― rain & thunder, ― then clear again, but violent gusts & hailstorms ― later.

Rose at 8. After breakfast came Παραμυθιόττι― who is absurdly enragious about England ― & says we do this fortress destruction of our own proper ugly will. Mon looks at the last act ― [“]you have done us good first ― lastly evil: ― on the evil we now judge you.” ――

Ball practice & other bores bother my life [out] ― & empty rooms ― so at 3 I go out.

(At 1. I went to Citadel, & lunched with the 9th Spillman, ˇ[[Bergham]] Wright, Fursden &c. very pleasant.) came home, & at 3, walked to the hill beyond Manducchio, ― where ― cloudy & rainie, ― I worked from 4 to 5½ ― when the Lunette was blown up. Returned hastily to house, ― when there were more explosions.


1864-03-29 Capt. Deverills Garden ― 2 geese & 10 goslings are lovely to see. ―

To 4th at Citadel ― to dine with O. Middleton, ― & passed a really pleasant evening. O.M. walked nearly home with me. A sudding ale storm ― χαλάζέιπολὺ.[1] Sad night of violent winds. Sad poor Kokali family ― poor Χριστός still suffering.

[1] Heavy hail (NB).

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Monday, 28 March 1864

Dark ― violent wind ― & pouring rain.

Χριστός is the same ― weaker only.

At 12 called on Mrs. Boyd ― then on Baring ― & on Loughman’s, where I lunched. If the L.’s want “the interesting” ― they are at least full of the “amiable”! Returned home at 2: violent wind.

(but the Loughman’s are interesting to those who find that the fulfilling of duty claims an interest. Old Mr. L. sets off tomorrow in hopes to be at the deathbed of his mother, 92. years old ― he having been telegraphed for today. ― It is not all men would do this. ― My hour there was pleasant in some ways ― they are kindly good people ― & we may never meet again.)

Returned ― & sate ― a thinking: no boox ― no nothing: ― so ― after long observing the 6 little geese just hatched today ― I lay down & slept till 4.30. Then I walked out, ― meeting Stocker R.A. Capt. & we walked on: he has just been at Janina ― going by Παγανιά, by Δραμισεύς& Μπαγγοτζοῦςto Σούλι& Πάργα. ― We walked up to Ascension & back by “the middle ravine.” ―

On the way we met E. Baring, De Vere, & Sir H.D. Wolff ― who is wondrously dirty in converse. Baring has lent me a curious book ― travels of a Corfiote “attaché” to an Embassy from Charles V to Henry 8. ―

The wind has been frightful all day ― but has lulled for the time. Home by 7. Gas=pipe-upset streets. At 7.30 ― dined at Carter’s. & home by 8.30 ― Sent Giorgio to Kastrades, a weary sad duty for him poor fellow.

O dear! this leaving Corfu! (Read all the debates of the 19th today.)

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Sunday, 27 March 1864

Cloudy misty all day, till 4 ― when it rain, & rained on. Violent S.W. wind came on then.

Χριστόςis always weaker. ― Νικόλο better.

Wrote, & packed till 1. Lunch at De Veres’ ― Capt. Bowman (Guards ―) & Boger R.N. there.

At 4 we set out to walk, but it began to rain, & we all came back again ― Mrs. Smith ― a pleasant woman, joined the party. At 7.10 ― to Palace


Evening, as always, pleasant. ―

Afterwards to Barings till 11. G. brought a pair of boots, but it did not rain much: only blew extreme.

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Saturday, 26 March 1864

XX. Endless bore. ― At 7 ― G. returned. Χριστός grows weaker. Nicolo I don’t think has the smallpox ― for he has no eruption on his face. ―

After breakfast ― G. got a carro, & all the better part of the furniture was taken away, to aroom in a house Spiro lives in now ― & I am to pay 2½ dollars per month for it. (In the evening I came to know that the large, & next sized table would not go up the stairs ― & that S. & G. had had those 2 taken to their mother’s, as well as my iron bed & mattresses.) At 2.30 ― I went out, ― finding ― by asking at Wordley’s, ― that my 3 cases went off today by the

Calpe-Bibby’s ―

Which arrived this morning, & goes by Ἀλεχάνδρια to Liverpool. Then I walked slowly to Ποταμῶ: the annoyance of dogs from the many wayside gardens & houses has much increate. The day was fine ― not clear, ― but with grand large unsettled clouds, & Ἀκροκεραύνια in a haze of gray mists & gleams. Above Ποταμῶ was poor Διονύσιος to whom I gave 8 pence ― telling him that it would be the last: ― his sister, a pretty little girl Σοφία― brought me some flowers ― stocks ― white & purple ― & said ― Δὲνθὰσοῦεἲδωμενποτέ, ποτέ; ― ἵσωςἀπάνω.[1] How strange & beautiful is faith.

So I went on sadly: looking at the loveliness of the landscape ― & saying “ῶρακαλή”[2] ― to all peasants ― up to the hill above the Ποταμῶ flats, & alla long them & to the “Condi” road. ― At the old Fort cliff ― looking over Manducchio, I sate from 5.15 to 6.15, supposing Vido could be blown up. Then I came away ― but a thunderstorm came on suddenly, & I only ran home to save a great wetting. Huge claps of thunder! G. gave his last dinner of curry=turkey: eggs & spinach: & “Τζακαράτου” pudding. He went at 8.15 to his mother. Another violent but short burst of storm happened at 9. ―

I read Kinglake.

[1]Are we to never ever see you again? ― maybe above [in Heaven] (NB).

[2]Farewell (NB).


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Friday, 25 March 1864

Very dark & cloudy ― storm & pouring rain till 10 or 11.

Χριστός was the same all last night, only weaker. But at noon, Giorgio returns & says Nicolo has the smallpox!!! ― he thinks it is so at least. ―

Finished the penning out of last year’s 7 Islands sketches ― Cephalonia, Cerigo & Zante having been done here.

At 4.30 ― walked out ― gloomy & dirty ― but not at that moment raining. I went up by the F. Neuf steps: ― some 2 or 3 people ― peasants, ― look at Ft. Abraham & talk of it: ― but others, earnestly discoursing, turn out on nearing them to be speaking of domestic matters & τάλληρα.[1] Went up ― by the Molin a vento,[2] & the reedy cactus donkey habited lane ― to Ἀνάλειψις. How beautiful are the dark modeled olive trunks in this gray light! ― At the village, it began to pour with rain, & Παρασκηβούλα[3] asking me to go into her house, I did so, & we talked, ἐλαλήσαμεν, about Χριστός― & the rest of out mutual acquaintance. She is a good & nice girl, & I wonder she was never married.

Returned ― pretty wettish ― by 7.

Dined ― cold Turkey, eggs & spinach, Τζικάρατου pudding & olives.

Giorgio has gone to his mother’s. I saw old Βασίλια today: she said of Χριστός― “εἶναι πολὺ πολὺ ἀδύνατος:” & of Νικόλα ― “τὸ ἳδιον εἶναι.”[4]

It is raining ever ― hard: as was to be expected after such sciroc cloud days.

for several nights Kinglake.[5]


[1]Money (NB).


[3] It is the name Παρασκευούλα  (Paraskevoula).

[4] “He is very weak:” & of Nicola ― “he is the same.” (NB).

[5]Alexander William Kinglake (1809-1891) was an Eglish travel writer and historian. Lear might have been reading either Eothen; or Traceso of Travel Brought Home from the East, (London: J. Ollivier, 1844), or the first volumes of his 8-volume Invasion of the Crimea (Edinburgh: Blackwood, 1863-1887).

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