Fine ― tolerably ― no sun, ― but no rain. ―

A day of bothers ― & going bax. ―

Rose at 5 ― 7 ― but unwell. ― Resolved to paint a small Cervara ― partly because, doing so, I could improve on Gibbs’s, & partly because, as I promised to do one for Bright, I can do it better now than otherwise, as the large Cervara is still here. So I set to work, outline, tracing, scraping &c. &c. ― & at 12 fell asleep. ― then X10 & slept again.

The brain & all the mind are sick (sic.)

All the afternoon worked partiklar hard, ― but Drummond didn’t come with Mrs. D. as he said.

No one else came, but a lad with a frame, which I sent back to Dickenson.

At 8 dined on cold beef & beer: & letters (alone).

Reading Churchill’s Lebanon1 ―: I am wretched about all those places.

Saw Mr. Gush: who is going to America again, ― I envy him his energy. αλλα εγω δεν υχω τοσον τα φυσικα Χρειασθομενα.2


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

  1. Churchill, Colonel Charles Henry. Mount Lebanon. A Ten Years’ Residence from 1842 to 1852. 3 vols. London: Saunders and Otley, 1853. []
  2. But I did not [] both [Christendoms]. []