Cedars ― day 2.

Fine, i.e. no rain ― but hardly a gleam of sun. ――

Unwell ―: yet rose at 6.30. Some Plato ― & a little drawing. ― Breakfast.

Lamoriciere & Ancona to wit are taken.

Yet the future=horizon of Italy is black & sad.

At 9.30 went to Mr. Lyles ― & at 10 began to work: ― but I did not carry the picture out: ― worked at trunx & branches all day.

Lyle a good deal there. Mrs. & Miss L. also.

― At 6 came home, dressed: dinner.

The same large party ― evidently all very happy & merry ― ἀλλὰ τι τοῦτο ἐις ἐμὲ;1

If your Bmt put 136+402=538 {if your gate be empty put some coal on. (a riddle given.)

Sate next the boring man who always asks Hay? ― if I speak.

Came away at 8¾ ― & penned out. ―

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

  1. But what good is it to me? (NB). [↩]