Tuesday, 16 August 1864

“We are going back again.”                Alas!

No letters ― save from Sir W. James, desiring me not to order a frame.

It was impossible to work, either in my study or in the room upstairs along of workmen & noise.

So I penned out in the little room next my bedroom. Later, Gush shewed me a note from M. Dos Santos ― “not knowing what to do” about the giving up the room. Meanwhile ― papering & painting go on. ― I write to him ― politefully on the subject.

Lunch ― & ἔπειτα, sleep. (X8B)

Penned again till 7. Then, went out, ― to call at F.L.’s intending to dine at Blue Posts afterwards. ― But returning ― met F.L. (Mrs. F. & the Boy are going on well ―) & talked long ― & it was too late to dine at Blue Posts, & I came home, & dined μοναχῶς, on cold beef ― greengages ― beer, & wine.

Since the “Portugese [sic] times” I find the Cooper’s never get out on Sunday at all ― in no manner.

Ὦ Χριστέ! your blessings are all after death!! ―

(Which is hard. ―

Cosa dura!)[1]


[1] “A hard thing.”


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

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