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Sunday, 15 January 1865

Bad night’s rest. G. called me at 5.30. & I rose at 6 ― & at 7. exactly I set out: ― it is “too” blessed to get out of this swell doghole once a week. Glorious bright morning. Up by the Post, to Col. Smith’s ― & to Villafranca ― which I drew ― till 10 ― (I got there at 8.20.)

Resolved then to go & finish all the farthest subjects, so passed behind Villefranche, & below the pines & olives, & to the Isthmus & along the narrow path to St. Jean, & beyond to S. Hospice. Here, sheltered partly from an orfle wind ― lunch. Quirt & pleasant: looking at the wretched steamer going to Monaco, & one coming thence. And this, I think & hope, is my last visit to this promontory, drawing various times ― the Esa coastline is very grand ― I came away at 3.30 ― & behind Villefranche again ― got up to the old road height at 4.30 ― but we had to dawdle ― not to get to the Passeggiata by daylight. Finally it rained a little.

Dined at 6.30. ―

Letter from Ellen: always very amiable.

Penned out.

Accounts ― dreadful bore ― & I altogether so irritated that I feel half a mind to clear out at once.


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Saturday, 14 January 1865

Sun & cloudy by starts ― w. wind.

Headache.

Worked at the 5 pounders ― but could not complete the 20. Finished 16 however so that is more than 2 a day & nearly 2½[.]

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Worked till 4.30 ―. Walked to Hotel de France.

Dined at 6.30. Heard G. read ― & penned out 3 drawings.


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Friday, 13 January 1865

Cloudy gray early ― & so remained, with gleams & glimpses of sun, till 2 or 3 ――― when it began to rain, & rained hard till 5. G. says, “non si sà [sic] quando piove qui, butta acqua e non fa chiasso”[1] ― wh. is true enough.

Worked totally all day ― penning out ― absolutely ― 10 small drawings ― so that, if I complete these tomorrow, 6 days will see 20 drawings finished.

“Sta a veder.”[2] Anyhow it is necessary now to complete a certain number of drawings for possible “Consumption” here.

At 5, went out ― altho’ it rained, ― up to Higgins’s ― & back all the way to [Berlundmas’] ― & to Viscontis. ―

Returning to dine at 6.30.

Penned out only 1 ― & ½ a drawing.

Heard G. read ― & looked to his writing, & Bed at 11. G. is always very quiet & obedient.

6th day of 5 pounders ―


[1] You never know when it is raining here ― water pours down but makes no noise.”

[2] Wait and see.


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Thursday, 12 January 1865

Cloudy: no sun all day. Not very cold ― but, towards 2 or 3 P.M. dark & rainy: ― then, hard rain.

Did not go out. Began Ὦ τρελλέ![1] ― 8 drawings of a large size ― but collapsed thereon: ― & forthwith gave them up.

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Then a note from Higgins ― with a “Memoir” of Monaco ― & wishes for a drawing thereof.

Insanely began 8 small drawings ― but of course, it grew dark before I finished any one of them.

At 5.30 ― wrote to Higgins ― & at 6. dined ― soup & πιλαῦ.[2] Afterwards, heard G. read ― very nicely ― & he writes better. Then penned out 2 large Monaco drawings ― Εῶς τὰς Ἐνδεκα.[3]

Reading C. Napier’s life with delight. Bed at 11.30.

5th day of 5 pounders.


[1] Oh folly.

[2] Pilaf rice.

[3] Until eleven.


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Wednesday, 11 January 1865

Rose at 7. Sun clouded: rises at 7.25. ― Cloudy all day ― mostly ― gleam of sun now & then. I have a cup of coffee now at 8 ― & breakfast at 10: ― for, breakfasting at 8, one wants luncheon. Violently set to work to produce some species of rapidly=executed, 5=pound=fetching drawing ― & tried a large one of Eza on gray paper ― but by 10 I failed entirely. ― After breakfast tried another dodge ― on white paper, & penned out 2 (Noli, & C. di Noli,) entirely also coloring them. But all this uncertainty is very disheartening. ― At 2. ― wo is me to remember ―

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Τύχη. Φύσις. Θάνατος. Κόσμος. Ζῶν.[1]

At 4 came amiable Thomson-Hankey, & looked admiringly at drawings. Walked with him to Villa Sassernò ― where were charming Mrs. T.H. & Mrs. Bathurst. (Allan & Muriel come tonight.) (Mrs. B.’s ideas are slow.) Sang 2 songs. Came away at 6 with Courier ― & went on alone to Viscontis, where I bought 20 sheets of paper ― bringing home 10, in a leetle rain, wh. fell, cloudy all.

Dined at 7. Heard G. read, ― & penned out till 10.30.


[1] Fate. Nature. Death. World. Animals.


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Tuesday, 10 January 1865

Rose at 7. ― Ever beautiful mornings. Coffee ― & worked at 4 of the imaginary Five pounders ― till 10 ― when breakfast.

Nice. 10 January 1865. (31) Watercolor, sepia ink and Chinese white over graphite on pale blue paper. 16.4 x 24.7 cm.

Nice. 10 January 1865. (31) Watercolor, sepia ink and Chinese white over graphite on pale blue paper. 16.4 x 24.7 cm.

After which, (reading C. Napier’s life to wit,)[1] I wrote to Mrs. Henry Bruce: & worked again ― (stopping once only, when kindly Lady Duncan called,) till 2.30. At 2.45. ― having “fixed” that it is better to get all one has to do of sketching done & off out of hand, ― set off to Col. Smith’s point ― a quick walk of 50 ― or 55 minutes. Drew, sitting on rox, till 4.40. Saw Colonel Smith: strange being ― 76 years old ― returning from his villa: he goes to Aix in a day or two about the lawsuit concerning his boundary. Posted letter to Mrs. H. Bruce ― & home by 6.20. Good dinner of Macarroni [sic] & Duck hashed: but G. is silent & apparently unwell.

Later, he confessed he was so ― but on my saying some medicine should be taken, ἐγέλασε, καὶ εἴπε ― “ὢς Μπερτόδολος ― ποῦ ἐπῆρε ἰατρικά!”[2] ―

Penned out one large (Mentone) drawing till 10.

Finirà ― bisogna[3] να ὁμολωγῆ τις[4] ― One is very quiet here: odious as is the place in many respects.

This day last year at “the Palace;” ―

“we come no more
to the golden shore
We lived in days of old.[”]

Ἀλήθεια.[5]

4th day ―
tho’ only half 1 of
5 pounders[.]


[1] Sir W. Napier’s The Life and Opinions of General Sir Charles James Napier. 4 vols. London: John Murray, 1857.

[2] He laughed and said ― “Like Bertoldo ― who took medicine!” Nina adds: “He is referring to a work by Guilio Cesare Croce which was immensely popular in Greece until the early 19th century. So much so that μπερτόδουλος (a corrupted form of the name) came to mean a shrewd, clever and cunning person in general.”
Bertoldo, who represents the wisdom of the people in contrast to the nobles’ pretentious behaviour, dies when he is cured with “the remedies for the gentlemen and the knights” rather than being given a pot of beans with onions, which he knows would cure him.

[3] It is going to end ― it must

[4] One must admit (NB).

[5] True.


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Monday, 9 January 1865

Nice. 9 January 1865. (28) Watercolor and sepia ink over graphite on white paper. 15.2 x 49.4 cm.

Nice. 9 January 1865. (28) Watercolor and sepia ink over graphite on white paper. 15.2 x 49.4 cm.

Rose at 7. The sunrises ― now at 7.30 ― are beautiful.

Nice. 9 January 1865. (29) Watercolor and sepia ink over graphite on white paper. 18.2 x 50.5 cm.

Nice. 9 January 1865. (29) Watercolor and sepia ink over graphite on white paper. 18.2 x 50.5 cm.

Taking a cup of coffee ― went out at 8 ―; &, since I must do some Nice drawings ― buckled thereunto ― & sketched outlines all the way to the bridge & back ― returning by 11 to breakfast. After wh., accounts with G. ― wh. are a bore, as he is always in a way about expenses. Then penned out the outlines, & again ― all along the Promenade to the Port ― & back by 4.30. Wonderful beautiful clear weather to look at certes. They say however, the bad winds ― cold & dust, don’t begin till February.

Nice. 9 January 1865. (30) Watercolor and sepia ink over graphite on white paper. 15.1 x 50.4 cm.

Nice. 9 January 1865. (30) Watercolor and sepia ink over graphite on white paper. 15.1 x 50.4 cm.

Posted a letter to W.N. Dressed, & at 6.30 ― dined at Mr. D. Lyon’s.

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Mr. L. was dull & not pleasant ― poor old Gentleman. Mrs. D. haspirated her haitches more amazingly than ever: she said, “the hice-hickles ung hin hevery hexposed helevation, & hon hall hobjects.” Really I never did hear such pronunciation, & hit hoppresses me.

Dr. D. is a laborious & industrious man: his collection of fish drawings is curious. But what a life ― this trio? ―

Came home at 9.20 ― & penned out till 10.30.

Bright cold moonlight.


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Sunday, 8 January 1865

Rose at 6.45. And off at 7.30 ― or a little before, for the sun had not risen.

Cold ― but beautifully clear. Walked to the 4 roads ― the old road to Villefranche. ― & drew there till 11. A very beautiful view in many respects certainly ― but wanting in others. Then, went up towards the higher 4 strade ― where all Nice & all the western hills, as well as the bay of Villefranche is seen. Where, καθίζοντες,[1] I & G. lunched on Baccalà & Salame & wine. At times, the bright sun & warm air brought back some early memories: but they are passing away now ― Either because one has no leisure, or because such memories naturally fade. At 3 ― wandered into other villas ― & saw ever the same view ― slightly varied. Many μεθυσμένος Ρόσσικοι Ναυται.[2] ― Home by 6. ―

Letter from W. Nevill: incoherent ― sad ― & not very intelligible.

Dined ― but cannot work again. So I write to W.N. Wrote to W.N.


[1] Sitting.

[2] Drunken Russian sailors.


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Saturday, 7 January 1865

As usual, very glorious sunrise. Rose at 7.30 ―

Day bright & fine al solito ― not that I know anything of that, but by chance coming into the front room. Ὅμως[1] ― the back room is quiet & don’t smoke. Breakfast nowadays at 9 ― always clean & good: coffee cum milk ― Bacon, toast & butter. Wrote afterwards to Daddy H. & a nonsense frog=letter to Lady Duncan. Later came one from Ellen ― date July 3rd. The American news is sad: Henry’s younger son is dead, & H. very ill. Of F.[2] nothing is heard ― & his son is still a prisoner. ――

I worked hard all day ― but not altogether satisfactorily ― as the work was experimental ― I having begun 6 more small 5 pounders ― only 2 of wh. however I at all completed. 2 of the Egyptian drawings also I passed on to 3rd process.

It is, of course, a ‘toss up’ as to whether these small drawings are a failure or otherwise: but had I 50 or 60 done, I daresay I could sell ^[some of] them. The risk is ― the giving up time to get the sketches ― thereby putting away the season-of-London work. At 4, walked out: ― saw Col. Smith, & Mr. Lyon. Strange beauty of color & bustle of fashion ― with so little interest in all ways as this place has!  Among others, J. Higgins stopped me ― also wanting to come “& see Drawings[”] & to bring Mme Rothschild. Va bene[3] ― if I had anything to shew! ―

At 6, dined, & after hearing G. read ― penned out till 10.30: a tiresome endless work, but inevitable. After all, too much toil is better than too much idleness.

Poor G. is really angry at the expense & grasping nature of this place.

I arrange to go tomorrow “out of town.” ―

(Last year, at Ancona!)

3rd day of 5 pounders.


[1] Yet.

[2] Frederick, the other “American” brother.

[3] That’s all right.


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Friday, 6 January 1865

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Rose at 7. ― The mornings are red ― the days wholly fine, today colder though, as light clouds obskewer the sun.

Dim ― downcast, unhappy.

Worked at the 4 5 pounders ― & finished all by 2. P.M. Then I did one of the Tyrants ― a process: ― & at 3 came Lady Duncan & poor Anna: Lady D. bought one of the 5 pounders ― so there is 25£ “fixed.[”]

At 4.30. walked ― posted a letter written in the morning to T. Fairbairn ― & bought some card mounts, as a speculation.

Dined before 6. G.’s dinners ever excellent. Afterwards ― excepting overlooking G.’s writing, & hearing him read ― penned out 4. Corniche drawings till 10.

The sea makes an unpleasant noise.

This day last year, at this hour, I was at Piacenza or Modena or thereabouts ― on my way to Ancona.

2nd day of 5 pounders.


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