Wednesday, 22 February 1865


Perfectly bright & blue all day ― but still colder. Wind comes (Mistral?) at 2 ― 4 ― & makes a fuss. ― I can’t go out without a cloak, & the Bath water is colder today than since I have been here.

No letters ― but Gussies last book ― Echoes of an old bell.[1] ― sent by Emma Parkyns.

Did not work early ― (except from 7.30 to 9 ―) because I wrote to T. Cooper & Underhill, & Tarrant, & Dickenson ― the last with 160 Tyrant=titles. Worked thence till 5. Then, posted letters ― & called on Mrs. Beaumont ― a well-bred kindly really nice lady.

Home by 6.30.

Dined. Soup ― hash mutton: olives. ―

And penned out till 10.30 ― 2 large Corniche drawings. Overlooked G.’s writing.

[1] The Hon. Augusta Bethell. Echoes of an Old Bell and Other Tales of Fairy Lore. London: Griffith and Farran, 1865.

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


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