Pouring rain, & Thunderstorms: high S. wind all day.

More angry still that there are neither letters nor papers ― Διατὶ;1

In a horrid rage.

Looked out Tennyson Illustrations from his poems.

Wrote to R. Martineau.

A deadly doleful day ― dark pouring gloomy ― & I gloomier.

At 5.ˇ[20] called on the Goldsmid & sate till 6.30.

Went to Woolff’s ― but found their little girl is ill & that I could not stay.

Came to the Decies ― they 2 only, & then dined & passed a delightful evening.

Home by 11.

They say Politi’s lower floor is about to be vacant? ―

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

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