Sunday, 3 February 1861
Coldish: gray, darky.
Daddy Hunt came to breakfast: very happy & pleasant morning, & he kindly “preached” ― on all the pictures. He went at 1. I to a set of calls. 1. W. Raleigh. 2. Whitmore. 3 Middleton. 4 Bethell. 5 Coltman. 6 Bouverie. 7. Lushington Dr. 8. C. Buxton 9. R. Curzon. 10. Col. Hornby. 11. Terrick Hamilton. Saw W. Raleigh out. Saw Sir R.B. 14. Oxford Square. At Dr. Lushington’s ― was asked to dine. Ditto by Egg ― whom I met. Home by 6.15.
To G. Clives ― by 7. “dine with us, quite alone, quietly.” ― & of course there was a large party. ― 2 Theophilus Clives ― oddly recalling the days of R. Wyatt & il Capitano1 Jervis. ― 2 Hamiltons, sons of W.H. ― Cosway ― husband of M.F. ― Headlam & Reginald Cholmondeley.
The dinner was pleasant enough ― but Sybella, next to whom I sate, does not progress ― μου φαὶνεται,2 ― mentally.
Cosway has seen a good deal of Asia, & strikes me as a nice fellow. Later in the evening ἐτραγούδησαν.3 But as there is & was talking, I sang ill: besides the piano was bad.
At 11walked with RC ― part of the way: cab home.
Ὃταν ἐρώτισα Σιρ Ρίζαρδ Μπέθελλ σήμερον ἐὰν ἣθελε ἐλθῇ εἰς ἐμὲ διὰ νὰ εἰδῆ τὰς ζωγραφίας μου, ἀπεκριθῆ: ― “Μάλιζα, καὶ θὰ φέρο ὁμοῦ Πέλμερζον!”4
They say he is not well.
[Transcribed by Marco Graziosi from Houghton Library, Harvard University, MS Eng. 797.3.]