No sleep from 2 to 5 ― then to 8 but no Greek. Dark gray stormy weather. Eyes & stomach bad. No letters early. Worked a good deal at the large Petra ― it is not worse, & that is something. Dread of its becoming so, often makes me flag flag [in] working. At 3 ― while looking at the really fine sea & knock-down heap of dirt, came the Rev. St. Quentin, uncle of “Arabella” Gage, very agreable [sic] man. ― (Diamantina Bowen has gone onto the Alex.dra on her way to Morton Bay.)
At 5½ then, it was time to walk ― so I did, ― & back by 7½.
Dinner. The new lodgers are not satisfactory ―; the gent. is mad: & the aperient servant is a keeper. ―
Read: [gr.]. ―
Letter also from J. Hutchinson.
[Transcribed by Marco Graziosi from Houghton Library, Harvard University, MS Eng. 797.3.]
- “Nothing, but all right.” [↩]