A perfectly clear & very cold day all through. ―

Worked hard at the 2 Palermos ― from 9 to 4 ― besides doing an oil sketch from Beirout.

At 4¾ walked round ― all round ― the Borghese Gardens, ― & mused over the ruins of the V. Cenci ― remembering how the portrait of it used to hang in the drawing room at Queen Square.

E! sogno di vita!1

Why does Conte d’Ántino come back to me now so clearly & grandly? ― with all its personages?

Dined alone. Penned out the very last of the larger Syrian drawings. ― Nobody came.

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

  1. Dream of a life. [↩]