Letter from Ann.
It poured all night, but is clear this morning. Nevertheless, the kitchen is not habitable, & I go down & see Spillman, who comes up, & swears this is the first he has heard of the wet ― & that a Muratore1 shall forthwith come. So, for the present, I am content, per forza.2 ― Wrote to Macbean, to take away boox & carpets: & also put up a drawing for Mrs. M.: ― & went there. Saw M. & Mrs. M. & came away into Coleridge; which seems me a dreamy & rather overdemonstrative youth. ― When he had left me, I set to work violently on Stansfeld’s P. Molle view, & worked till 4. ―
Dined alone. Penned out a Lebanon Drawing. Cheales, (whom I like,) & Coleridge came for an hour.
Many reports are about as to probable disturbances.
Very nice letter from Ann.
[Transcribed by Marco Graziosi from Houghton Library, Harvard University, MS Eng. 797.3.]