Cold, & high wind, N.E.

Somehow there is a kind mockery  about ˇ[the Pavilion Hotel of] Folkestone: it is neither English nor French. He curseth him who comes & him who goes. My trunk did not come & I had to go to the Goods & Junction station, & learned that it ˇ[had] gone in a Van, “all over the place,” & might be delivered in the “evening” ― wh. seeing it was sent off on Saturday ― is proper & pleasant! Insomma,1 the boat went off ― & no trunk. Not a little rage: & at 1, when it did come, I set off at once to Dover, ― the only consolation being that the sea was awfully rough. At the Lord Warden Hotel: bitter cold rain & high wind! ―so I went up the “Shaft” & saw old Major Daniel, who, except being older & thinner, is the same kndly gentlemanly old man as in Corfu. He spoke very kindly of J. Edwards. ― At 4 I came back & was about to dine, ― when talking with a man I did not know ― (Dorien Magens) lo! Miss Laura Money & Miss Cyfritt!!! ― With them therefrom I sate a while, & upstairs ― & finally resolved to go ― the wind having calmed down. So, on board at 10. Great crowd. ― Sydney man & little boy, Billy. Broker & others. ― I sate on deck, & kept up by hard effort for an hour ― then was awfully sick & ill, the sickness straining the abdomen afresh. So when we reached Calais after 2 hours frightful torment, I was too ill to go on, & was glad to totter to a Hotel (Meurice,) & fall on a bed with my clothes on.

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

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