Friday, 22 July 1864

Being waked by the Portuguese lodger, who comes home at 4 ―― rose at 4.30 ― & worked at penning out Cretan sketches from 5 to 7.15 ― when I was obliged to come downstairs, ― (one gets no coffee here!) & sleep till 9. The poor Cooper’s little girl still lives, but dies slowly. ― “O world! O life! O time!” ― words equally ˇ[to be] applied to all grades. ―――

No one came all day!! ――

Penned out, finishing the 4th dozen of large Cretan drawings ― & began to color: ― moving (once more,) my oil paints downstairs. ―

At 6. went to Charlton’s & looked at some furniture. ― Day oppressive ―― gray ―― cloudy. At 7.30 to 45. Portland Place. ―


Wonderfully pleasant party ― in every possible way. Afterwards, I sang a bit.

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


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