The same cold dreary darkness.

All day worked at letters, & receipts ― arranging & sorting &c. &c. &c. καὶ Ἦλθε κανεῖς.1

At 6 walked to the Crakes.

Mr. C. is greatly more feeble: ― tomorrow is his 74th birthday ― & he thinks he shall not live over it.

He is a kind-hearted noble old man.

Mrs. C. is evidently preparing to lose him.

Mary Ann is as ever rather silly, rather good.

Edward always improves gradually.

[Vandelen] ― not so. But, tied to such a 2nd wife ― no wonder: ― a more painfully idiotic person one can hardly see: poor thing.

Little Willie appears to me as not to live long.

I walked home by 10.30 ― overtaken by F.W. Gibbs ―always kindly. ―

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

  1. And Nobody came (NB). []