This blog was devoted to the publication of Edward Lear's Diaries from 1 January 1858 to 12 May 1862. From January 2009 each was posted exactly 150 years after it was written and the project came to an end on 12 May 2012, the bicentenary of Lear's birth. The text is as exact as possible a transcript of Houghton Library MS Eng. 797.3. You can keep following the diaries at the new blog.

Thursday, 13 February 1862

Cold, but fine: cloudy at times.

Worked at Butrinto ― not very badly ― all day.

Ἥλθε κανένα.1

Looked at Candoni’s house ― by the Post Office ― an absurd place: ― at 5 ― walked a very little way.

At 6.30 dined with the Goldsmid & Naylor. A very pleasant evening of work, talk, music.

Home by 11.

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

  1. “None came.” Lear probably intended κανένας, which would make it “no one came” (NB). []
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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.]

  1. Blotted. []
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Tuesday, 11 February 1862

Rainy early & wind: ― colder & cloudy & rain later.

Worked at Butrinto ― but off & on=wise ― till 5. No steamer.

Came, Hutton ― at 3.

At 3.30 ― Mrs. Maude & the Forts: ― Mrs. F. admires the big Corfu A. ―

Sate at work afterwards ― Hutton by me, ― & then walked with him to the 1 Gun battery & back by 6.15.

Hutton is a really nice fellow.

His description of Capt. Murray in a boat at Luro! & his mania for shooting wild geese.

Dined at 6.45.

Penned out Ζαγώρι drawings till 10.30.

The Maudes dining out ― quiet.

Spiro has been, & says Politi will let me his floor ― one of them, when vacant.

ˇ[Saturday’s] Steamer came in ― at 9! ―

Thoughts of a yacht life from April, May & June along the Coast.

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Monday, 10 February 1862

Gray cloudy damp till 12 ― then rain till 5 or 6.

Worked ― but not much, ― at Corfû A ― trees.

Count George Henckel von Donnersmarck came, & his brother-in-law: a better bred man ― & a gentlemanly fellow.

Afterwards ― just as I was getting to work again, came someone else ― & G. announced “il Capitano d’un Bastimento.”1 So I went angrily to the front room ― & was none the less angry at seeing a large dog in it ―― when lo! ――――

Geoff Hornby!

So we talked ― & at 4.30 ― walked. & he went to the Neptune at 5.30.

The noise of the Maude people today was dreadful: they seem to throw down tables & chairs for fun.

Dined at 6.30 ― & penned out Ζαγώρι drawings till 10.20.

No steamer: S.W. Wind.

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  1. The Captain of a ship. []
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Sunday, 9 February 1862

Pouring rain, & Thunderstorms: high S. wind all day.

More angry still that there are neither letters nor papers ― Διατὶ;1

In a horrid rage.

Looked out Tennyson Illustrations from his poems.

Wrote to R. Martineau.

A deadly doleful day ― dark pouring gloomy ― & I gloomier.

At 5.ˇ[20] called on the Goldsmid & sate till 6.30.

Went to Woolff’s ― but found their little girl is ill & that I could not stay.

Came to the Decies ― they 2 only, & then dined & passed a delightful evening.

Home by 11.

They say Politi’s lower floor is about to be vacant? ―

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

  1. Why? []
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Saturday, 8 February 1862

Cloudy & sunny at times: once or twice a half shower of rain. Very calm & open window=no fire weather. ― Worked at Corfu A ― trees & foreground ― but, tho’ none come, little things interrupted me.

First, paying Παραμιθιόττι’s rent: I asked for the refusals of the upper floor ― but got no answer. Then there were noisy street cars, ― & looking out for the Post Ancona boat, wh. came not. At 2 ― salutes ― the new General Sir J. Inglis landing. A new ship of war came in. Then the new General’s packages to stare at ― & the 2nd regiment & band twice past. ― And at 5 ― sunset beautiful ― a 2nd set of salute guns ― I conclude for Sir George & Lady Buller’s going. What a life has her’s been here! ― Yet happier than if she had tried to mix with all, ― wh. she could never have done. ― 5.45. No steamer.  ― The sun comes round Fort Neuf now at 4.30 ― whereby ― later in the year, this room will be useless. ― Things must be as they may: ― go ― or not go.

Dined at 6.30 ― & penned out till 9.30 ― but the room was useless for another cause, ― the awful noise of the Maudes. Went to bed angry ― & half thinking of going away.

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Friday, 7 February 1862

Cloudy gray all day ― a little rain before a gold sunset.

Worked at Corfu A, ― trees, all day ― stems ― off & on, from 9.30, to 6.15.

Letters from Mrs. Shakespear ―― & Ellen.

Did not go out. The Goldsmid wrote to say she sould not drive, as I had written to her to say the same.

Dined at 6.30 ― or 7.

Penned out [] drawings.

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Thursday, 6 February 1862

Gray & cloudy calm all day.

We seem to have gone back ― years.

Worked at trees in Corfus, B. C. & D. till 2: ― after which Miss G. & Mrs. N. were to have driven, & I with them. But they wrote to say they would call at 3.30 ― & so they did. ― (Col. Herbert coming by chance also.)

The vexing nature of having 7 unfinished pictures & none other is ridiculous.

The Goldsmid is full of talent. ― We 3 walked to Mandruchio & back ― slowly ― to Condi Terrace. ― The slow walks kill me. Alas! we are to drive tomorrow. ―

I write little & express less.

Dined at 6.30 & penned out till 10.30.

Much suffering & trouble for the sprain today. My life will not be long here ―I mean in this world ― I think. But that does not depress me. The state of life ― while I live here, ― does. ―

Anyhow, I think another year of Corfû, basterà.1

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  1. Will be enough. []
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Wednesday, 5 February 1862

Cloudy early ― but fine, with a North sudden breeze from 12 to sunset[.]

Painted at Citadels of Corfus A B C ― & D, from 9 to 5.30. Col. Maude came in ― he is going to Albania for 10 days ― & away from here in 3 weeks: & it becomes a question if I should try to get the upstairs floor?

Did not go out at all.

Dined at 6.30.

& penned out (Lapsista drawings ―) till 10.45.

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Tuesday, 4 February 1862

Paradise weather all day. Sent letters to Ellen N. & C.F.

Paradise without, for I cannot move.

Began to work on Corfu D ― the little one: ― but worked ill. Fear of noise ― (which presently came in 4 Artillery men carrying up wood ―) & disgust at repetition of subject made me work badly ― & besides, I was unwell.

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At 2. Lunched. At 3 ― most weary & sad ― yet, with a persistence I had not in old times ― I shall try to work again. O! these 4 Ascension pictures!

Worked on till 5.

Internally, a very wretched day, but outwardly calm & purple=bright Paradise.

Dined at 7.

& penned out till 10. Lapsista drawings.

The Lord be thanked ― the Maudes are out ― so stillness rains above & below.

But it is hard prison=work: albeit there is much to be thankful for indeed.

(After writing this, read over journal of this day & other following days of 1861: & surely ought to be content!)

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