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Thursday, 25 December 1862

A many Xmas days ――――― τῶν [illegible Greek word][1] ― this is my 50th. ――――――

Wonderful beauty of early morning. ― Salvador nearly crimson, Lykoursi all snow. ―― It was almost impossible to leave the open window ― so glorious & pure & bright was all. ―

Nevertheless ― πρέπει να δουλεύσῃ ὁ ἂνθρωπος.[2]

So, after breakfast ― & hearing G. read ― (Spiro’s boy, I fear, will die after all, poor people!) I drew till 2. ― Then ― making some letters for darling little Mary De Vere ― I walked out at 2.30. ―To Ποταμὸς ― & beyond: [(]the poor dwarf Dionysius,) & so by the Πὸταμο flats ――― how wonderfully lovely was the distance ―― homeward ― about 5. Entering ― near the Porta Reale ― a gt. crowd ― all very merry ―& “ζήτω”-ing[3] the English dappertutto.[4] ―

And, as night came on ― a general illumination. ― but why? ― as yet there is nothing sure.

At 7. to De Veres. Mary De Vere well again[.]

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Later ― singing: ―

Utterly friendly ― & I think the pleasantest Xmas day I have passed for many a day.

Home by 12.

 


[1] Of […].

[2] A man has to work (NB).

[3] Hurrah-ing (NB).

[4] Everywhere.


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

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Wednesday, 24 December 1862

Slept very ill. “Noises of the night” ― Xmas singing &c. ―

After breakfast ― worked at the Athens, Marathon, Thermopylæ & Tepelene ― till 3.30. but not enthusiastically ― so I went out, ἐνδυδημένος εἰς χωριατικὰ ἐνδύματα ― ἣγουν ― Κνικκερμποκκεριστικὰ.[1]

Half way to the One Gun ― overtook the De Veres overtook me driving ― & we walked down to the olives ― below Ἁ. Ἐλία. ― then drove to the one gun. The were the Dunn Gardners ― the Admiral, Craven & Dr. Roberts ― with which two latter I walked home pleasantly enough ― by 5.30.

Ὁ Στεφανίζζος[2] ―――― but he boggles at Goldsmith.

Dined ― 2 small fisses & woodcok [sic].

Penned out till 10. ―

RAH!

 


[1] Wearing peasant clothes ― that is to say ― Knickerbockers (NB).

[2] Stephanizzi.


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Tuesday, 23 December 1862

Very stormy ― beamy ― gleamy ― thunder, hail, calm, rainbows, ― squash ― squalls.

No letters.

Sent letters to T. Cooper, Gush, Drummond’s ― Ellen F.L. ― Gussie Bethell, & W. Evans.

Worked at 3 ― Athensses ― of the 60 Tyrants.

At 6.30 ― Boyds.

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Pleasant ― in a way: & by fits. But they will converse afterwards: bad music.

Later, conversation was better: ― but ετζι κ’ ετζι.[1]

Dark stormy night ― (new moon.)

home by 10.30.

The giving up of the Islands still the theme.

X5

 


[1] So so.


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Monday, 22 December 1862

Fine & warmer ― cloudy ― & after 5 ― rain.

Worked at the 60 Tyrants. ―

Mr. Baillie called.

Newspapers ―― no letters.

Lady Carmichael is dead. poor little Lacaita! ―

At 4.30. called & sate with Col. Curzon. & Mrs. Boyd.

Opinion seems general that the 7 Islands are to be given up! & a kind of dismay prevails.

Walked with Viletta ― till rain came & I got home.

Stephanizzi ― 6 to 7.

Dined at 7.

G. went to the post ― but, being shut, no letters, an’ there were any, could be got out.

8.30 ― 10 ― penned out.


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Sunday, 21 December 1862

Unwell, but not so much so.

Gloomy ― & windy ― & after 12 violent storms of rain.

Wrote all day ― to Cooper, Gush, W. Evans, & long letters to Gussie Bethell & F.L.

At 4. Sir C. Sargent called & sate an hour. He says, telegraphs have come stating that the Islands are to be given up to Greece ――― &c. &c. wh. I believe possible.

But Sir C.S. bores me.

At 6.45. to the De Veres, little Mary unwell. Only Mrs. Lyell there.

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Pleasant Evening.

Home by 11. ――


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Saturday, 20 December 1862

Rain again! ― no wind, though.

Worked at some of the 60 tyrants: but passed time in writing envellopes [sic] for letters.

A letter from Ellen ― which has lain here 10 days by a mistake. ― Cave called & sate: they are off to Arta tonight.

Later,
Letters from
T. Cooper ― poor Bright Smith still lives.
Gush ―
Grove.
W. Evans ― The “Corfu” is safe at Allestree.
& F.L. enclosing Photographs of At & ET.[1]

Not so unwell ― but still in pain from boles at times.

 


[1] I think this is the first use of this monogram for Emily Tennyson.

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Friday, 19 December 1862

Fine, ― & colder ― all day. very cold.

Mr. Cave called at 8 ― to ask if I would go to Pantaleone with him & Mrs. C. but I could not. I had risen very unwell ― having taken cold early ― & boles all upset. 6 times to the W.C. ―  & all the morning obliged to lay up by the fire.

G. came back from his brothers at 12 ― & the child is absolutely recovering. Spiro also better.

Worked at the smaller 30 tyrants ― from 12 to 5. always ill at times.

Greek ―  5.20 ― to 6. ― & Stephanizzi.

Dined very Small-ly ― on the [buzzina] of a woodcock.

From 8 to 10. penned out ― S. Angelo.

Would have gone to the ball ― ’ς τὸν Χορὸν ― εἂν ἡμπουροῦσα.[1] ―――

Cramps & unwell: little sleep.

X4

 


[1] To the Ball ― if I could (NB).


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