Friday, 19 August 1864

Certainly ― we fall. ―

And the dreary penalty comes on ― weariness ―sadness ― apathy ― foreboding ―misery. X. at 2 P.M.

I penned out all day ― no one came, & no letter but one from C.F. ―I am to go there on Sunday: wo is me!

I have done all but one dozen & fout lots of the Cretan drawings ― & perhaps it is best to get thro’ the whole slavery at once.

Dined alone at 7.30 ―

penned out till near 11.

Delightful letter from Mrs. Clive.


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

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