Always fine weather. ― Unwell, from excess of nervous irritability. ― Greek lesson. ―――

Painted at H. Hunt’s Jerusalem. ― Saturday Review, & rumours of war. ― S.W.C. came in, & was apparently very consistent & rational. ― Worked again. Called on P.W. ― returned & sent G. out to walk ―― lunching (too largely) meanwhile. Worked till 4½. Then went to Europa. Just as S.W.C. came in , I saw old T. waiting for him ― Cowper also, ― & Arkwright. The latter I cannot but think brought T. ― Instead of saying a mere good day to T., poor silly S.W.C. allowed him to make a public addio1 ― shaking his hand &c. I could hardly make up my mind to accompany him to the [Mal] Poste ― but did so ― leaving him there. It is a most grievous thing to see a man of C.’s age ― so going back constantly. Were it anyone but one who had been kind to me, I should drop him utterly. ― Walked round by the Pincian ― cross as possible. Rome disgrunts me troppo.2 Dined at Mr. Hay’s ― Sir F. Arthur, & Lady Catherine A. there. ― Both rather pleasant. They have been 3 months at Corfû.

In the evening ― Lady Mordaunt, & then tedious Gibson. ―

No sleep for the carriages going to the ball.


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

  1. “Farewell.” []
  2. “Too much.” []