Sunday, 3 April 1864


Awful North W. wind all the morning, with tremendous storms of rain ―beginning at 5 or 6 A.M. with a huge thunderstorm. Poor Χριστός still lingers, poor fellow, but is nearer his end hourly. ― All the morning I wrote notes to heaps of people, Lady Goldsmid, Lucy Hamilton, &c. &c. &c. But the outside was like one long continued tempest, I never saw the sea more violent nor heard the wind more horridly here. At 1. went out, but was nearly thrown down by the wind, & had to go by the Ghetto ― to De Veres. ― All is sad: but it is a pleasure to see Mrs. D.V.’s real honest face. I staid till 3 ― but had not courage to say goodbye. ― Went to the A.D.C.’s room, & sate for 2½ hours with Strahan ― afterwards, walking in the garden with him, B. & H. Excellency. (I forgot ― I went to Wolffs after De Veres, & was disgusted at his praising a most atrocious pamphlet of Dandolo’s just out: a viler product is not possible: but Wolff is vile.)

2 steamers coming in made an alarm of Mexican Majesty ― but falsely. Returned by the “Calle” to dress ― the Line-Wall being all up for Gas.


Evening, as ever, pleasant ― I grieve to leave good kind Sir Henry. ―――― Sate till 11 singing with the A.D.C.s & Bowden. Home by 11.15. Still the storm rages frightfully[.]

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


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