Tuesday, 8 March 1864

A thick mist early ― then fine.

Sent notes to Mrs. Bethell, J. Day ― & T. Cooper.

Worked ― pretty hard ― at Argostoli, & finished the bridge, & part of the town ― with some of the large olive.

Came, papers to the 1st March ― & a delightful letter from dear little Gussie, ― which I must answer, & at once. She seems to me the last tie left to the “double=life” world.

So, at 3.30 I went out, & drew till 6 on the hill beyond Manducchio, ― returning by the cross road, the Alipu & Poplar roads, & the Sta. Deka, to Kastrades ― but Καραλάμπι rushed away.

At 7. ― Wright came.


Dinner pleasant, & afterwards penned out till 11.

Just now one seems as far off as ever from going away, ― yet the disturbed state of things all over Εὐρῶπα, makes this Paradise a probable Inferno in esse.

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


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