Monday, 10 March 1862
Bright & calm.
But, ill for him, who, bettering not with time
Corrupts the strength of heaven descended Will.1
Also, I read over the oft-read 10th & 11th March ― a year ago ― thankful to have kept that journal.
Worked pretty well at the smallest Philæ ― till 3.
Post brought one paper (26th to 28th) ― a Saturday ― & 2 letters. one
From T. Woolner, asking me to write to Ld. D. about his Chance of P. Albert monument. I could not do so ― & wrote to tell him so.
From T. Cooper ― enclosing a rather nice note from “Marnie” Yatman. “Do come & see us ― if you are in England ― & we will not abuse Tennyson.” ―
At 4 walked to Potamo ― & the Govino road round returning by 6.45. Very warm & calm.
Dined at 7.15. Penned out No. 5 Spezzia sketches ― till 10.
Maude away. Mrs. M. & her brother howl & thump painfully.
[Transcribed by Marco Graziosi from Houghton Library, Harvard University, MS Eng. 797.3.]
- Tennyson, “Will”. The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson, Poet Laureate. Boston: Ticknor and Fields, 1856. 516 [↩]
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