half day ― Florence ― & Turin.

Sent letters to
Ellis Ashton
Mrs. Bell.
S.W. Clowes.
J.B. Edwards.
T. Cooper ― {Dickenson | Tarrant}
Mrs. Robinson ―
Mrs. Bergmann.

A miserably sleepless night. Morning gray. ― After breakfast ― I work a little at the Florence olives. But I am mortissimo (Absolutely dead.)) in body & soul. ― Yet looking back ― even as far as 6 years old ― (at the clown & circus at Highgate,) ― & then to all since ― how can it be otherwise? The wonder is, things are as well as they are through constant fighting.

Gray ― & showery at times. ― Worked from 2 to 5 at the Turin ― buildings & trees: all ill.

A weary day: ― but when I have I not been weary in winter time ― or indeed anywhere when settled? ― or indeed ― anywhere?

Wrote to Jane Hunt.

&, before dinner, a good deal to Lucy Francillon ― kind good Lucy.

Dined. The Maudes seem always away now-a-days ― & oft in the “stilly night” is the order of the day.

Penned out large Jumerka Janina sketch: ― & so bed at 10 ―

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