Wednesday, 12 February 1862
Bright & cold North wind. Evening ― very cold.
The Saturday Steamer only came in at 9. A []1 day! ―
Letters from C. Fortescue, & F. Lushington, & T. Cooper[.]
Worked at Butrinto.
Hutton, Lawson, & Wombwell came.
The sun now comes over Fort Neuf at 3.30 ― & the rooms are useless thenceforth.
At 3 ― called on Miss Goldsmid ― & on the Decies. The Politi rooms will not be vacant ― so unless the Maude & Cravens go, I am off.
Walked a little way to the One Gun. ― A half-drunk sailor on a grey horse insisted on shaking hands with me ― “I know you’re an Englishman by your jib! ―” ― & wanted me to go & “have a drop of something to drink” with him.
Dined at 6.30. Penned out till 9.15.
Cold & cross & sad. ― High North wind.
[Transcribed by Marco Graziosi from Houghton Library, Harvard University, MS Eng. 797.3.]
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