Rose at 7. The sunrises ― now at 7.30 ― are beautiful.
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.
Posted a letter to W.N. Dressed, & at 6.30 ― dined at Mr. D. Lyon’s.
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.
[Transcribed by Marco Graziosi from Houghton Library, Harvard University, MS Eng. 797.3. Image.]