No rest. ― Yet I rose somewhat earlier, & brisker. Wrote many letters. ― Dickenson came to hang up pictures. I, worked at Mrs. Potter’s Corfû. ― Sir J. Simeon came, & paid me for the Ιωάννινα, £50. ― Worked on till 3. ― Then called on Sayers, Andrè, Woodhouse, Milnes, ― & across the […]
Extremely hot day. Breakfast with the F.s ― & long talk with D. ― Came away from them at 2. ― Rail ― 2.25 ― 4.30 ― to town ― & Cab ― 5 to Seymour St. ― At 7 walked across the park ― to Lady Grey’s. Poor Lady Grey’s memory seems quite gone, […]
More depressed & weary of horror than ever. Calls on Brandling ― out ―: Gush, ― whose 2 floor I half incline to take ― in my restless misery. Went to Roberson’s, Foord’s &c. Met Chetwode, ― Ponsonby, & others. Calls on Mrs. Clive ― always out. ― Saw W. Beadon. Returned to Gush’s ― […]
Certainly a fearful day. The noise maddens me. One blessing ― a letter from Γεώργις ― best of fellows. ―― Slept, very unwell, & depressed dreadfully. Dickenson came ― but I do not know what orders to give him. And the Rev. A. Isaacs ― who looked at drawings till 4½. ― Then I went […]
Slept better: yet would not rise before 8. No letters. ― Noise of front room distracting. ― Despair. Wrote several letters. ― Thurston Thompson the photographer came: ― afterwards C. Wynne. ― Could not apply to work: London kills all my energy, & confuses me wholly. ― At 3 went to Zoological Gardens. ― (Thompson, […]
Alas! Alas! ― Yet I rose at 8. Wretched days indeed! ― Letter from good Mrs. Howard. ― Absolutely arranged to work ―. At 11 dear Ann came ― poor dear: she is never well in hot weather. She staid to lunch: & I read, Sarah’s, Mary’s, & F. last letters. T. Baring came: always […]
Were there ever more truly dreadful days than these? Except that there is perhaps a pale light, an experience of the past, which deters & postpones despair. Yet at times, how well pleased could I be to have the “judgement” now ―― fearing I may meet it less well if later. ― Dull, thick, gray […]
Fine. ― Letters from Mrs. G. Clive & B.H.H. ― Went at 10 to W.H. Hunt. His picture is more wonderful than ever. ― But then sane, [as] whole character of his work, & the place, & himself ― made me sad, ― tho’, thank God, not envious, ― & I came away more dead […]
Rose late. Thunderstorm, early. Holman Hunt came at 10 to Breakfast. Great amount of talk. At 12 he & I walked to Grey Inn’s Lane, & I alone to the Angel ― Bus ― to Hornsey Road, & walked on ― hot & tired ― to Woodberry by 1.45. Only W.N. there. Talk enough ― […]
Rose early: absolutely clear morning. ― Those blue hills & the wide lawn are delightful. Left at 7 ― & in Dogcart to Brigg by 8. Dr. Marks & his little men. ― Rail to Gainsboro & to Lincoln by 11. ― Wonderful beauty of Lincoln & its site. The garden[-]like farms, ― the hay […]
