Sunday, 26 June 1864

Rose at 6 or 7 ― but it is very cold. Gray & grand the Elmtrees stand ― no sun ― no light of cheerfulness: ― summut like life now a days. ― Half an hour before breakfast, walked across that broad lawn, to the vast trees & into the grove, ― past the fountain, & along the walk into the tall ivy grown beech ― … still ― calm: ― few of such moments now seem ― nor can there be many. I went back to breakfast ― cheery enough. After, ― they all went to church: ― I to my room, where I wrote to Emma Parkyns ― & “penned out” till 1. Going down, found Slingsby, & we all talked till Lunch. Afterwards, they discussed their yacht plans: & at 3 ― S., W., & I walked out, by the Park & long gleamy woods ― (for now there was sun,) to Basing ― picturesque village, ― where we went into the church to see the Tablet her “sons & daughters” have put up to dear Lady Westbury’s memory. ― They all love her ― as needs was. ― Then we went to a good Capt. Booths ― inspecting  talon & gold Pheasants, rats, &c. &c. & the river Loddon with its Fount. Hence, home ― pleasantly: ― & then a walk on the Lawn with her: ― how sadly she yet feels her mother’s death! ― ―― At 6.45. Slingsby went. ―



Afterwards, Florence B. began to talk nonsense of Mr. Hume ― which I rudely stopped. And later ― sang a good deal.

O dear me ― what a load of folly & sadness & bother encumbers my life. ―

Bed at 10.30

Tore a corn (below my foot) badly last night ― & suffer all day & now therefrom.

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


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