XX Nice letters today from Bulwer, Massey, & Lane.
Mrs. Levett is dead!
Bad days. And the weather is all milky-cloudy gray ― mountains invisible, I sit, open window, ― penning out Zante drawings ― with a fire: dim gloom, sorrow, hesitation & uncertainty abound.
Col. Wright & a Capt. Farmer came. Χριστός no better.
At 4.30 ― ἀναχώρισα ― and meeting the Elmsherits, they told me a bog xplosion was to happen at Fort Abraham at 5.30. Whereby I sate on a wall till it occurred. ― These things are a bore: ― for a great people, we are singular bunglers.
Walked partly to Ascension. Gray the olives are, yet minutely clear & beautiful in dark gray. Certainly no place on earth is so lovely.
So I came back by 7. G. had a good dinner for me ― to last 3 days ― a Turkey & baked potatoes, & “Τζικαράτου” pudding.
At 9 I sent him home: it is better that old Βασίλια should not be so quite alone, with her dying son Χριστός. “Ha sofferto molto in questi 3 anni ― la madre.” “Ὑπόφερε πολυ, ἠ μήτηρ, ‘ς ταύτους τοῦς τρία χρόνους, διὰ τὴν ἀῤῥωστείαν τοῦ Χριστοῦ.”
It is a pity that Σπίρο has become so little a part of the family.
I have resolved to send off 2 other cases to England, ― & they go tomorrow.
What a thoroughly gray sciroc day! Yet I am glad of fires at night.
 I departed (NB).
 She has suffered greatly in the last three years ― the mother.
 She has suffered greatly, the mother, these three years, because of Christos’s illness (NB).
[Transcribed by Marco Graziosi from Houghton Library, Harvard University, MS Eng. 797.3. Image.]