A fine day ― bright, ― but with cold East wind.

Rose at 8. Breakfast with Arthur. Inside better.

Wrote 6 letters. ― At 12 walked with A. to Bathwick Hill, & round, home. ― Lunch.

C. Empson there. Δὲν μ’ ἀρέσκει ἐκεῖνος: ἀλλὰ δὲν ἐξεύρω τὸ διατὶ.*1

Later, Mrs. E. A. & I ― went out in the carriage. As usual in carriages, I was miserable, ― the more that the steep roads of Bath destroy me. Called on a Miss Hill ―pleasant enough.

Then, to the Cemetery ― & by degrees, back to the Pump, where A. & I walked home by 5.

I feel tired, ― & 600 years old. Not however in pain, as lately.

Dinner ― a Miss Rawson: ― rather tiresome. Arthur is pleasant & good.

* C. Empson died July 1861 ―suddenly.

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

  1. “I don’t like him: but I don’t know why” (NB). The note on C. Empson’s death was added later, of course. [↩]