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Friday, 21 December 1860

Colder ― Χειμῶν εἶναι ((It is winter (NB).)) ――― & all snow: so that I thought Ann would not come. ― But at 11.30 she did ― & had actually walked from home ― not liking vehicles on the slippery roads.

She is very well ― all but eyes ― & vastly cheerful. ― Perhaps we have never had so pleasant a day. ― At 1.30 or 2 we dined ― & then Mrs. Wyatt came & Constance ― who were really pleased with the pictures ― took away the Φιλάτες ― so that has “forsaken me.” ― After 3, I walked all the way with Ann to Stonefield Street, & left her there. Her talk of Pentonville in 1800 was curious enough.

By 5.30 I had walked back thro’ the snow to Stratford Place, & at 6.30 ― I had walked also to the Crakes.

Edward & “Mary Ann” were going out to dine: so I had my evening with the old people. Mr. C. is very much fatter. The old lady ― whom I never could really like ― more obstractious than ever. Mr. C. kindly & good: ― crying suddenly on mentioning John’s name. At tea ― I played ― & talk went on to Oatlands & environs: hence Ockham ― & Lady Lovelace ― & Lord Ockham ((On the Ockhams and Lovelaces see Wikipedia.)) ― (fustian & costume ((A big blot covers the end of this word.)) ―) & Lady Ada. One Miss Johns or Jones ― step daughter ((Also covered.)) of a Rev. Mr. [Pemble] ((Smudged.)) ― seems to have been a [dear friend] ((I am largely guessing, as the blot covers most of these words.)) of Lord B.’s ― who [] Mr. Pemble with Ada Byron directly she was born ― [] ((I cannot read the two words, which are badly smunged.)) Mrs. C. ― I imagined that Mrs. C. knew of the reasons of Lady B.’s leaving Lord B. ― for she ― in her meandering way ― checked herself now & then, & said, “Mr. Pemble was a most cautious man!” ――

Walked back in snow at 10. ―

I dread a journey tomorrow ― & would fain return to Oatlands: μὰλλον εῖς τὸν Ἀίγυπτον. ((Or rather to Egypt (NB).)) ―

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

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Thursday, 20 December 1860

Drew £100 from Drummonds’ ― & placed it in the bank.

Vastly cold! ― After breakfast the 2 Campagna pictures were framed. W.F.B. came in ― but at 11 I went to Drummonds ―: poi Coutts. Then F.L. out. ― & so to Scott the bookers by 1. ― Then to the Bells; dear good Mrs. B. always oppresses me rather. ― Ἐκείνη ἡ φαμίλια ― δὲν εἶναι εύτυχῆς. ((That family ― is not happy (NB).)) ―

Walked back: ― various calls ― & home by 5.

F.L. came. ἡμέραι παρασμέναι ((Days past (NB).)) & went at 6.

At 6.20 J.B. Edwards: ― in a better mood ― his moods being more or less owing to φυσικὰ πράγματα. ((Natural things (NB).))

Went to his rooms, & saw his Carpets: & read some of Mr. Parker’s letters. ―

Dined with him at the club: & sate afterwards.

He is a fine fellow ― Jemmy. ―

Home by 10.30.

9X?

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

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Wednesday, 19 December 1860

Very hard frost ― bright & very cold. Rose at 7½ ― & packed.

Left Oatlands at 10.30 ― to be absent for a week ― the 6 unfinished pictures left behind. Took the 7 small ones with me. At Foords by 12 ― & then to 15 Stratford Pl.

Letters from C.F. & F.L. both very nice.

Pleasant banker’s balance.

Wrote to C.F. ― F.L. Ann, S.W.C.

Foords people came to put in the small pictures.

London is truly dreadful to me ― yet the place is at least quiet. From 5 Greek till 6.15.

Dined at the W. Beadons’. W.F.B. rather better. ἡ Κυρία, παχεία. ((The Lady, fat (NB).)) ― Willie at home.

Mrs. Sneyd, (Mother of late Mrs. Cecil Beadon) ― Rev. ― Edwards, & a Mr. Beecher.

Η Ἑσπέρα, μάλλον βαρεία. ((The evening, rather gloomy (NB).))

Cold.

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

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Tuesday, 18 December 1860

Hardish frost ― bright ― dry.

Suddingly ― worked all over the Interlaken, Beirût, & Damascus: & screwed them up ― moving them into the bedroom. Shaved the Cedar sky.

At 3 T. Wyatt came ― & bought the Philates!

Then a letter from Worrington ― ditto the Tiber?

Letter from Edwards Père ― also ― very θαυμαζὸν. ((Wonderful (NB).)) ― There is only Ζαγόρι now for sale. ―

A little walk to Weybridge & round by L. Philippe his tomb ―. “Packed.” ― Dined. ―

Called on & sate with Capt. & Mrs. Huish: ― ― Ἐκεῖνος ἀγαπᾶ τὰ χρήματα. ((He loves money (NB).)) Nevertheless they are good people.

Then, Mr. & Mrs. Hardman, & Miss Howard came & looked at the paintings till 11. ―

Ἒπειτα, pace up ὃλα πράγματα ἐῶς τὰς δώδεκα ὣρας. ((Then, packed up all my things till midnight (NB).)) ―

X8

Nice letters from Littlegreen also

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

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Monday, 17 December 1860

Colder ― & no sun.

Finished ― μοῖ δοκεῖ, ((I think (NB).)) ― Brights little Cerbara.

Capt. Huish called & bought both Philœ & S. Sabbas.

Prepared partly to go to town on Wednesday.

Not very well.

Four to 5 ― walked.

Dined at 6. a Mr.? & Mrs. Hardman.

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

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Sunday, 16 December 1860

Ojous headache. & cold.

Cold grey day.

Wrote to Georgio ― & Taylor & Drummonds ― (10£.)
Ann
Dickenson
Edwards

(A dreadful headache all day from some particular ale ― of which I only drank one glass yesterday.)

At 3 Mrs. Davidson ― her son ― a very prepossessing intelligent youth ―& her daughters Father in law ― one Mr. Coen ― τὶ ὅμματα εἶχε! ((What eyes he had! (NB).)) ― came & looked at the Cedars. At 4 I walked out ― a round by Weybridge & back. Gloomy day ― but not frightfully disgusting ― windless & rainless τουλάχιστον. ((At least (NB).)) Wrote Greek a good deal ― lee-way of Thucydides.

Dinner. Evening ―

Wrote to Mrs. Musters: & Greek.

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

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Saturday, 15 December 1860

Brighter lighter whiter ― tighter.

Sunshine ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Letters from Ann, W.N.Constance Wyatt. ― afternoon ― from J.B. Edwards ― & John Harford ˇ[very nice].

Painted at Bright’s Cerbara.

But at 3 ˆ[2.30] W. Lushington came: ― & so I did little more: & walked with him about the roads ― &c. &c. a pleasant visit.

Capt. Huish seems as tho’ he could buy Philœ & S. Sabbas too. ―

Dined at 6 alone. ― Ὅ Κωκαῖν ((Cockayne.)) is an inimitable ass.

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

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Friday, 14 December 1860

XX7.

Ἄσχεμαι ἡμέραι ((Bad days (NB).))

Horrible day! dark, cold ― damp ― filthy.

painted at Brights Campagna but badly. ―

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

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Thursday, 13 December 1860

A day of blank. F. Cockerell went at 9. ― But I began to work on Thucydides ― in a new book ― & hated painting. Suddenly I did a little finish to the Philœ ― & then packed the Zagori & Philates ― now if ever, done. Then I packed the Philœ ― but broke the glass by doing so. Worried in many ways. Uncertainty & bother.

Captn. Huish came ― & I suppose he will have the S. Sabbas. Καλὰ. ((Good (NB).)) But all the rest ahead is blank ― not to say dark.

At 3.30 walked out ― dark ― coldish dry. Dogs ― of which there are heaps in these parts ― bully me. ―

Alquanto εἶμαι δυστυχής ((I am un happy (NB).)) ― but that may be probably from having so gone back to alternate crosses. ―

Returned by 5 or 5.10.

Dined, μόνος, ᾽ς τὰς ἕξ. ((Alone, at six (NB).)) ― Reading Urquhart, which is dreary & queer. ―

Ahead ― all is doubtful.

Penned out ― nil: but rewrote out my Θουκυδίδες ― in the newly bound [] edition.

Quiet & calm this place ― which is blessing. But after all ― τί πράγματα είναι blessings? ((What are ‘blessings’ (NB).))

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

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Wednesday, 12 December 1860

X6 ― δὲν δυνάμεθα νἀ φεύγωμεν ἀπὸ ταῦτα τά κακιά; ((Can’t we be able to avoid this ugliness? (NB).))

Ill all the morning.

Ἀλλὰ — ἐπιζιλὴ ἀπὸ τὸν Γεώργιον: ((“But — letter from Giorgio.” Nina writes: “Not very sure about ἐπιζιλὴ. I suppose he was going for επιστολη but I could be wrong.”)) ― as usual simple & straight.

As to going out, as yet I see no clear way. ― If not, something definite must be arranged about G.

If yes ― I do not know when ― or rather, how.

Worked at the Tiber picture: but could not after 1.30. At 2 walked to Chertsey & all about, ― & back by 5.

Captn. & Mrs. Huish came: μερικὰ φλυαρία. ((Some prattling (NB).)) ― At 6.30 F. Cockerell. Ἡμέρα ((Day (NB).)) rather pleasant than not.

Shall I stop the large pictures ― pay debts ― & take out enough from “earnings” for a year’s Orientalism?

Or work out these ― & leave them for sale?

Or this? or that? or which? or what? ― or none?

Εἰς τὸ κρεββάτι ᾽ς τἀς ἔνδεκα: ὁλίγον κουρασμένος ἐγὼ. ((In bed at eleven: I was a bit tired (NB).))

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

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