Friday, 3 March 1865

Weather ― if possible ― bluer & brighter & shinier & wonderfuller than ever. I never knew such a winter climate as this, anyhow.

But the drawbax! the loneliness ―or ― the only alternative ― the fuss & fashion!

Rose at 6.30 ― & by 7.15 ― work ― all day at the last Tyrants ― & coloring the Corniche drawings, which, ― tho’ they turn out well, is really a dreadful bore.

No letters: ― no newspaper: ― no nothing: & nobody came.

After the golden sunset, at 5.40 ― walked to Mrs. Beaumont: a most pleasant & kindly lady that.

Back, to dine at 6.45.

Heard G. read, & penned out till 10.30. 2 drawings ― only 8 left.


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

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