Saturday, 1 October 1864

Of course ― δυστυχῆς.[1] Did not work all day, for Dickenson’s men came, & hung up the Beirût ― putting up rods in the back room, & hanging the Civitella, & various prints. Cecil Lane came about 3 & staid till I went to the Rail: ― fly from Weybridge to Ockham, The tall pine=stem scenery & the long lanes where used so often to walk at the end of 1860, & the first days of 1861 ―!! ― Several children at the Doctor’s ― whose family is always a model of kindness, order, & simplicity, ―besides high culture & natural superior intellect.

Great explosion of Powder mills at Erith today.

1864-10-01

The Doctor, now past 82 ― is more wonderful than ever, & told endless currents of anecdote. Some I really thought I should remember, but do not. Of the uncle of Coke of Leicester, (who only recognized Mr. C. when he had no hopes of family) ― he sent Mr. S, as his representative to a country ball in a coach & 6, with a lot of ladies he might dance with, & v. versa.

The evening was altogether pleasant.


[1] Miserable (NB).


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

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