Rainy. Rose early, & wrote various notes. ― Prayers & breakfast. At 10¼ J.C. & I set out to walk ― rain hard near Ambleside. Church ― bad reader ― service & singing good. Pouring rain all the way back. Wrote again & read Robert’s poems. Dinner at 2. I, with a cold. Afterwards, as it was clearer, I, J.E.C., & Eliz[abeth] walked past Lowoods & to other places. ― At 5, they went to Church again ― I wrote, read, & walked about till 7 & made my cold no better. Tea, but I was unwell. Evening ― sadly dull & weary. Some Handel & Mozart ― but of a truth, I am sad & dreary. ― And now there is no Corfû to look to! ―― Certainly, saving that my general health is good just now, this oppression & gloom must be the result of climate ― for I myself have provoked it nohow.


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