Thursday, 29 November 1860
Dark early ― but after 12 constant rain ― pouring.
Did not go out at all.
Letter from S.W. Clowes ― at Broughton. Good old Colonel Clowes is failing ― I fear ― dying. Wrote a long letter to Sam ― two letters.
Worked at figures & goats in the Campagna pictures: ― but the young Duc de Chartres came ― & staid a good bit: a nice lad.
After 4 sate a bit with Mrs. Huish. Then called on Mrs. Davidson: ― who is really a nice old lady. Played 3 games at Dominoes with her.
Dined at 6. μονος ― ῆ συνήθειά μας.1
Then penned out a good bit of the enduring Interlaken.
Played also on an instrument ― & wrote some Greek.
The comfort of this place enables me to do so much more work than either in St. Leonards or Hastings ― where I suffered in all ways. Yet I would fain hear ἀπὸ τὸν Γεώργιαν.2
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Wednesday, 28 November 1860
Very fine all day. Letter from J.B.E. to whom wrote.
Worked at the 2 Camapagnas, S. Sabbas, Ζαγώρι & Φιλάτες ― & improved all. “Mr. Jones” called ― to “take leave” ―― so I am really left alone in the Coffee room of this huge place.
At 2 I was seized with incapacity to work, ― & foolishness of high spirits. ― So off I walked ― all along to Hersham, & to Esher ― (how beautiful is the home on a hill with hanging woods close to the village!) ― & to Claremont, where I left cards on the 3 R.H.s ― Paris, Chartres & Joinville ― writing a mistake on each card ― half English ― half French. Walked all the way back, by 5 ― & dinner ― with Cockayne very loquacious.
Εἄν ἦτον ὁ καλός μου Γεώργιος! Ὦ καλε ανθρωπε — και φιλυπηρέτε*! στάθε καλά!1
Near Hersham I heard a running behind me ― & turned round ― it was a small boy with a little sack over his head. I went on ― but he overtook me ― (I was walking slowly, having hurt my foot.) A rather impy child ― oldish ― but looking straight to ones face. Forthwith he spoke
“Boy” ― I say ― ain’t it been a nice day? | E.L. Yes indeed. |
(out of breath) “O! I’ve been a running so! | E.L. Are you coming from school |
“School! No I don’t go there now. I’ve been. | ― Can you read & write then |
Quite enough. Now I works. | What do you work at |
At Corn ――― (incomprehensible[)] | What? |
At frightening the birds from the corn. | But there is no corn now, ―― |
No corn! What can you be thinking of! Why its all just a coming up! ―――― | O! I fancied you meant ripe corn. |
Ripe corn! ― (loftily.) ― it gets dark at 4 now. | ― No. half past 4. What is the name of that River? |
I don’t know. I only know he’s a river, & he runs into the Thames. ― |
But you live near here don’t you? |
O yes! by them poplars ― but I never heard the name of the river: only it can’t be the Thames, for that runs by Walton ― & Moulsey2 ― & Kingston. ― |
What do you earn a day? |
6 pence. ― 3 shillings a week! & I buy all my own clothes! Look at these shoes! | Well they are very good I think. & did you buy that red handkf too? |
No ― that was given me. |
How old are you? |
I’m 8. But tomorrow I’m 9 because you see it’s my birthday |
And what does your father do? |
Father works out, he gets 13 shilling [in the next page:] a week he does. Mother don’t go out at all.
Then there’s my brother as is 16 . & 2 little sisters: & Aunt Sophy ― & Aunt Polly ― O! My! if there ain’t Bill & Jim trying to make the old pig go to the ――― |
(Exit little boy suddenly ― just as the artist was going to give him 6d.)
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Tuesday, 27 November 1860
Finer. Worked at Philœ till 2.
Then walked all round St. George’s Hill.
Dinner.
Penning out Interlaken.
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Monday, 26 November 1860
Dark ― wet all day.
Resolved to go to town: ― Weybridge Station at 12.
Stratford Place. Got frames. ―
Went to Foords & paid him 35£. Greek paper
ὁ Βρεττανικός Ἀστῆρ.1
Waterloo Station ― & rail 4. Weybridge & Oatlands by 5.
Dined alone.
Evening at Capt. Huish’s. Miss Howard.
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- The indispensable Nina writes: “Ο Βρεττανικός Αστήρ [The British Star] was an illustrated Greek newspaper by Stephanos Xenos published in London from 1860 to 1862 and in Athens from 1890 to 1892.” [↩]
Sunday, 25 November 1860
Very bad days.
Letter from Mrs. Clive ― wrote her.
Lady Bethell
Mrs. Scrivens
Massingberd
T. Cooper &
Dull cold gray day.
At 3½ to Weybridge church.
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Saturday, 24 November 1860
Masada 7 day
Rose, well & lively. Letter from Ann, to whom wrote.
Worked, but ἀῥῤώζησα ― καὶ1 ― X122
Yet worked at Masada till 4.30.
Walk ― & meeting John Lewis, walked with him.
Dined alone. ― Penned out & Greek.
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Friday, 23 November 1860
Masada 6th day
A fog ― white.
No letters.
Worked at Masada ― 11 to 4.
No walk.
Called on Capt. & Mrs. Huish. Nice people.
Felt very well. Dined.
Penned out Ζαγώρι.
Greek till 11.
Middle of day bright & fine ― but fog again at 4.
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Thursday, 22 November 1860
Masada 5 day
Very mild sunny ―springlike day.
No morning letters. From 9.30 ― to 4 ― worked hard on the large Masada. ― Letters from J. Harford, & W. Chappell. ―
Walked 4 to 5.30 ― (moon ―) by the dry roads & along commons: ― the number of walks here is delightful.
Dinner, alone. ―
Hum. the day is lone: ― pretty well for that ― but I am not very disgusted ― one is so comfortable here.
Evening: penned Zagori & Thucydides.
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Wednesday, 21 November 1860
Masada 4th day
Rose as usual ― but cross: ― this life is gone back to the bi=bad days. ― Bother.
No letters.
Morning fine ― but rain at 12. After 4 frightful wind & torrents ― howlings. Did not go out all day.
Capt. Huish & Mrs. H. came ― & Miss Howard: intelligent & pleasant people.
Worked at Beirût till 3 ― foreground. Then an hour at Masada.
5 to 6 Greek ―. Dinner.
8 to 9½ penned out Ζαγωριτεκὰ.1
Greek & journal till 10.30 or 11.
No letters from Giorgio ― whom I sometimes absurdly expect to see suddenly. In reality, I suppose he is at Πατράσσος2 ― or εἰς τὰς Αθῆνας.3
I think a head (sic) as little as possible ― doing all I can to collect & concentrate thoughts for what I am doing ― then 12 Ζωγραφία.4
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Tuesday, 20 November 1860
Very calm & fine all day ― & a wonderful sunset.
Rose at 7.15. ― Arranged to go on with Interlaken.
Letters from Ann, Foord, & Lady Bethell.
No newspapers. ― Wrote a letter to Sir R.B. ― asking him to mention the 2 Palestine pictures to Rothschild, ― but did not send τοῦτο τὶ γρᾶμμα.1
At 12 came Mrs. Davidson ― Lady Montefiore’s sister, a singularly handsome elderly lady: ― she came with Miss Dent & an attendant ― gonfiata senza dubbio.2
Very pleasant & kind & ‘courteous:’ but wholly without observation. She sate herself opposite the Cedars ― & looked at them barely once, then turned & said ―Do you take portraits? ― & then talked of her 6 sons. I showed her “Jerusalem” ― & she said, ah! ― oh ― yes ― & talked on as before.
When she went I worked at Interlaken. But at 3 came Mr. Sayer ― & I fancy wishing to come here ― odd enough. Mrs. S. Mrs. Shakespear & Ida are all unwell. ― At 4.30 I walked to Weybridge Station with him. Dined alone: penned out.
Reading ― “What will he do with it?” ―
μὲ πολὺν ἐυχαρίζησιν3
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