Wednesday, 21 December 1859

[XX9 Warmer. ― Cab to various places ― & at 12 to Leatherhead. Poor Ellen! ― Returned by 3.30 to London, & wrote & packed.]1 After returning from Ellen’s, I wrote, ― answers to many letters. ― Then at 5½ ― 7½ I made various shoppings & calls. ― At 7¾ ― 8¾ dined alone […]

Tuesday, 20 December 1859

Strange dream of life. Various letters. ― Packed, & went off. 2 trunx by Dickenson. ―― Jones’s sent to “try on clothes” ― At 12 went out, leaving a Derry Down Derry at Massingberd’s. ― Thence to Drummonds, whence I drew out 350£ & in a cab took “them” to the city. ― Mr. Scott, […]

Monday, 19 December 1859

Far colder. ― most horrible. dark. ― black. ― Many letters: some very nice. ― One to say ― good true William Newsom is gone. ― He died yesterday at 11. Let such as know his whole life say religion is nonsense, if they dare. ― At first I thought I would go down to […]

Sunday, 18 December 1859

Colder than ever. ― “Packed” & wrote. At 1 called on Godleys ― (out) Cocks ― Sayers, ― & then walked to the Serpentine ― where thousands were skating, (wh. I wish Giorgio could see,) ― then to Barings, (out,) & Col. Hornbys ― who is unwell, ― & Massingberd: ― where I sate for […]

Saturday, 17 December 1859

X7 Most abominable & horrible cold! ― & pitch dark! Lamp nearly all day!! Yet in this fearful hell=world the inhabitants are too grossly  fixed in its disgusting terms even to perceive them! So the Sicilian beggar hugs his lice. I wrote all day ― (except one 10 minutes when C. Fortescue came, kind fellow: […]

Friday, 16 December 1859

O Lord! how cold! ――― rose at 8½ ― & at 9 breakfast. ― Thompson, Dr. Abney, Day, Beamont & one or two more ― very nice & pleasant, but I suffered horribly from cold. Then at 11½ Clark, who is kindness itself, went to the Fitzwilliam Museum ― & if the Bassæ got into […]

Thursday, 15 December 1859

Snowy white, but not deep: bitter, but bright day cold. ― After breakfast came Rimbault, with whom ― (always pleasant & informing,) I walked to Chappells, & finished the 4 Idyll songs. Home by 11. Wrote & packed. In a gt. rage, because the servant sent away [Mamfrid] Packages ― supposing me out. ― At […]

Wednesday, 14 December 1859

Bright ― & dry ― but horribly cold! Very charming letter from Fitz Jacson-Widdrington.  Afterwards ― wrote to Morier, Heywood, Langton, Tatton, Henry, & Sir W. James, which 6 ― if they subscribe will wind up my list should F.L.’s friends do the same. Ἔπειδα, I went out ― & called on C.L. Massingberd, who […]

Tuesday, 13 December 1859

Dark & foggy but dry ―: later lighter. Poor darling Ann came at 10: ― she seems pretty well: but Dickenson coming to hang those Civitella, Lydford, & Pentadilo, & many other matters, interrupted the day sadly. Yet perhaps it was as well, ― for the leaving me is always a sad task for poor […]

Monday, 12 December 1859

Sill colder: awful. I don’t think I could ever bear this home again in cold weather. Letter from Mrs. Waite ― poor W.N. remains the same. ― At 9.40 left ― & was in London by 11½ or 12. ―― Several letters ― & some to answer. Then called on Foords, & at W. & […]