Third fine day this year. Packed ultimatiously all day… ―

Called on ˇ[poor] Coleman & others, wearied.

Dined at the Macbeans ― but it wasn’t pleasant. M. spoke sneeringly of A.T. ― Woolner, & all persons not Roman. He is, I fear, pretty much what C.K. says. However, Mrs. M. is assuredly a good & nice creature, & far beyond his desert I imagine.

I left ― λιγον θυμουμενος.1

Half resolve to go to Genoa.

Letter from F.L.

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

  1. Little they remember (GT). [↩]