Wednesday, 23 November 1864

Fine, but cloudier, & threatening rain towards night, but never cold at all.

Rose at 7. 7.30 to 8.45 ―work. ― & afterwards, from 10 to 3. The light in the North room is delightfully even, & I work quietly enough. Some of the Palestine drawings are tough work. ―― At 3, having given orders to Mme Canepa to take down all Curtains, ― & having prayed for a deal table ―― went out, “through the town & out of the ― (gate) road up towards Mentone. Nice, & its falling & white river bed is really grand from here ― & all about the Chapel of St. Charles the pines abound. ― Got home ― a pleasant walk, by 6.15. Dinner, always good. ― Lamp ― oh! woful lamp! ― cracked.

Alas: my 2 books ― “Competition Wallah” & “Her Majesty’s mails”[1] are finished: ― but I have Fords Spain[2] to fall back on.

Heard George read in 3 lingoes: ― funny ― remembering how in the Casa Chiessari 1855 ― he did not know one letter. ―

Strange days of Byron reading ― I am reminded of: ― But Byron was a poet, spite of AT.

11th Day of 240 Tyrants.
Got through 10 of 2nd process making 88 in all.


[1] Lewins, William. Her Majesty’s Mails: An Historical and Descriptive Account of the British Post Office. London: Sampson Low, Son, and Marston, 1864.

[2] Probably one of the many editions of Richard Ford’s A Handbook for Travellers in Spain.


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

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