A miserable night. ― Unwell all morning. ―

Dull & gray ― outside as within me. ― ― O! ―

Greek lesson ― & George’s lesson afterwards ― : ―

Worked by fits at ― (3d day) T.G.B.’s Parnassus ― which G. says he would give 2 scudi for. ― A lady & 2 daughters came at 11 ― very nice anonymous folk. ――
3 specimens of Φωτογραφy came off, & I went to the Photographer ― & to Williams: to [Drospellin] & a framer ―”Hope springs eternal”1 ― but it is a small plant now!― Painted till 6 ― then called on C.K. who is unwell.

All things in Europe are sadly out of order. ―

Dined alone ― a very warm evening. ―

Read D’Arblay.

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

  1. From a line in Alexander Pope, An Essay on Man (1733):
    Hope springs eternal in the human breast;
    Man never Is, but always To be blest:
    The soul, uneasy and confin’d from home,
    Rests and expatiates in a life to come. [↩]