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.]
- And Nobody came (NB). [↩]