Dark ― cold. Rose at 7. Wrote till 9. ― alas!
Alas! ― those long prayers! ― Breakfast. Miss Hardings is a “clever woman.” The delight of all in the Campagna picture greatly refreshes me. Sate talking & singing with Lady J. ― & Miss H. till 11. ― then, left all those kind people, & came, in a dog cart, to Sandwich.
Rail to Ashford ― change & bother ― & so to Hastings by 1.40. Walked to 4. High Street, & found poor Sarah & Mr. S. ― the happy ― finishing dinner. They made me eat 2 very good mutton chops ― & were very kind & pleasant.
We set out all 3 ― up the Croft Lane, & over the hill, ― & then poor dear Mr. S. who is greatly aged ― went back: a kindly really good man. S. & I came on to the Rail ― how sad & hard is her life now, whose seemed so bright! We parted at the rail station. ――――――――
Rail to Lewes ― arriving at 5.30 ― but no porters or flies, ― & it was long before I could get my trunk to Hunts.
Mrs. Hunt was at Torquay ― which for my own sake, I am sorry for.
Most pleasant evening. ―
[Transcribed by Marco Graziosi from Houghton Library, Harvard University, MS Eng. 797.3. Image.]