Cedars ― Day 3.

Rose at 6 , gray fine. ― Robins song in trees. Worked at “S. Sabbas” till 8. Then walked till 8.20 in gardens ― reading η Πολιτέια.1 ―

No papers. ― Letters from Percy Coombe, F.C. going on better.

& from Edward Wilson ― a nice & kind letter, asking me to a dinner at the Crystal Palace as a farewell. I wrote an answer ― No: ― but I am sorry I can’t convey to Edward Wilson what I feel about him: a kind hearted man: ― yet we did not pull well together. ――

By 10 I got to Lyles, ― & instantly ― at the [risk]2 of breaking my arm, ― got the picture out on the Lawn. From 10 [to] 5½ ― I worked on continually, & progressed a great deal. ―

At 6 home & dressed.

Dinner 6½. The Statistic boring man has gone ― Hay? ― & I sate next to a reasonable fellow ―.

At 9 upstairs ― & now ― 1 hour of penning out ― & 1 hour of Greek ― if ye eyes & head last so long. ― κὰι ἔπειτα, βέδ.3

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

  1. Plato’s Republic. [↩]
  2. A blot covers this word, of which I am reasonably sure, however, and the “to” in the next line. [↩]
  3. And then, bed (ΝΒ). [↩]