Very fine, & North Wind. Coldy.

It is not possible to rise before 7.30 ― in that little dark room. O Corfu houses!

Worked ― having some white & Real Alto minced & not wishing to waste them ― at a Porto 3 scoglie, from 9 to 3.30 ― but irregularly, as the Alexandria Steamer came in early, & worry abounded.

Letters ― (but no papers, which enraged me,) from J.B. Edwards, ― Mrs. Clive, & Emily Tennyson ― the last enclosing AT’s most exquisite lines on Prince Albert. ― Copied them out for Mrs. Decie.

At 4 ― walked ― cold fine. Called on Luard, & went alone to Ascension ― & back by 6.30.

Luard dined with me ― pleasant evening ― read Guinevere & Morthe D’Arthur to him ― & penned out till 11.30.

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