A fine (November,) gray day ― cold ― sunless generally.

Letters from W.H. Hunt, ― & Mrs. H.J. Hunt. ――― Arabella Gage is dead. ――

After breakfast at 10.45 J.B.E. & I set out, & went over & through St. George’s Hill ― & its blue blue firs & brown fern ―― to Paine’s Hill ― & Cobham Street ― & Cobham: & so to Stoke D’Abernon: where we turned & went to “Bullock’s farm” ― & then by “Occupation road,[”] ― to lanes, & a ――― green. ― After that, returning, we went over commons for a long way ― & came in a circle inopportunely to Bullocks farm again ― whence by roads various to Oxshott ― where we had beer & a biscuit. So on to Claremont, Esher, Hersham & Walton ― & to the Hotel by 5.30. Some 18 or 20 miles μεθὶνξ.1

Dinner acceptable.

Evening in my room. ―

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

  1. Methinks. [↩]