Friday, 5 October 1860
Cedars Day 6
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Slept ill, rose at 7. Drew at S. Sabbas.
Letter from J.B. Edwards ― who perhaps comes tomorrow.
By 10 at Lyles: he did not come all day.
The wind was tremenjous high, & all out-door work ummoglich1 ― impossible. Worked from 10 to 5.30 ― but I wis not, if well or ill.
Return at 6. Dinner. The pretty Swede consul’s daughter opposite. I next to Franco Anglo soldier, Cruise…
Evening pleasantish. One Newton potius aper. ――
Came up at 9 ― & penned out, I think, ― the very last of the Athos pencil drawings.
’Even I
Regained my perfection with a Sigh.
that dark land to which I go.2
[Transcribed by Marco Graziosi from Houghton Library, Harvard University, MS Eng. 797.3.]
- I.e. unmöglich, German for “impossible.” [↩]
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“Poems by Emily Brontë,” XVI, dated 14 December 1837, in Poems by Charlotte, Emily and Anne Brontë. New: York: Dodd, Mead and Company, 1902, p. 62.
O mother I am not regretting
To leave this wrtched world below
If there be nothing but forgetting
In that dark land to which I go. [↩]