Rose very late. 7½ . ― Friend Life may be proper ― but is not good for progress to me.. ― No letters: read & wrote a very little. ― E.C. not well, & she did not come down to lunch. ― ― After that, J.E.C. drove me in the dogcart (with Punch,) to Broughton, an old Church ― & then I waited for a funeral … (little child who came to me.) & then we went on to Sir R. Nelthorp’s park ― where was a very extremely beautiful bit of ground ― heathy & desert ― lined with [ling] & rabbit holes in sandy slopes, ― & a pond, where were many thousand blk[-]headed gulls ―: they come here on March 15. It was a vast beautiful sight. ― Homeward, we drove through “Manby” ― woods ― Lord Yarborough’s ― very beautiful & quiet & so home by 6½. Garden till dinner. Very quiet & pleasant evening. ― & at 11 I took leave of “Pussy” & later of J.E.Cross as good & pleasant a friend a earth holds ― I believe. I have passed 3 most happy days here. John’s stories are capital.

E.C. collects crysalises. A poor lad employed about the gardens, (Lame) she had to scold: ― Lad made no reply, but pulled out of his pocket something ―― “here’s a Chrysalis for you!” ―

At Bath, on his first going ― a heap of children ran out of school & pissed in the street. J.C. tried to stop one ―

“I warnt a peedlin at you!” ― said the little brat.

Some one was sent for to a remote baptism. ― “Which name?” ― said the Curate. “Why, I thowt yed ’ha browt a naam wi’ ye![”] ― said the parent. ― & after that child was christened Matthew, the curate left. ― “Ye man com back! ―” said the breathless parent. “After all, it’s a lass! & ye’ve named ’un Matthew![”] ―

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