Tuesday, 22 March 1864

Sent letters to Dickenson, Ellen, & Mr. Edwards.

Gray & cloudy ― & cloudier ― rain aperiently eminent. The remaining Trieste boat came ― but brought nil for me: ― nor ― the Italian Alexandriam. ――

Violent indigestion & misery XX.

τό Ζωή![1]

Drew Fort Neuf out of winder. Hoped to have gone to Εὐροποῦλος ― but it is all dark & gray without, & I within!

I have ordered dinner at Carter’s on this account. ― Penned out Zante drawings ―. Salvador & hills all invisible.

Paced & paced the rooms ― now nearly empty ― till 7. The music below a compensation for much i[ll][2]

Went to Mrs. Carter’s to dine ― a party of 5 Lieuts & Middies ― very funny jolly. One was a son of Rev. Cleugh of Malta & Godson of Lady : Chichester. All, finding I was Derry-Down-Derry, were elate. Good human beings is Middies. Returned to pen out till 11.

G. tells me Χριστός is worse ― perhaps dying.


[1] This life (η Ζωή, NB).

[2] Blotted.

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


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