Very bright & cold. Shut up house, & went off to Cervara, with yesterday’s coachman who I believe could not help his breach of promise.

At Cervara, tho’ clear, it was so dreadfully cold that I could not work long ― & a high wind besides.

So we got back by 4.20.

Then I walked in the Borghese.

Dined alone.

Cheales came.

Wrote to V. Crake.

2nd number  of the Cornhill Mag.: sent by post, by F.L. ― AT’s new poem ― Tithonus: one of his very loveliest.

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