{"id":14799,"date":"2011-05-05T09:00:42","date_gmt":"2011-05-05T07:00:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.nonsenselit.org\/diaries\/?p=14799"},"modified":"2011-05-04T19:30:55","modified_gmt":"2011-05-04T17:30:55","slug":"sunday-5-may-1861","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.nonsenselit.org\/diaries\/2011\/05\/05\/sunday-5-may-1861\/","title":{"rendered":"Sunday, 5 May 1861"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Dry \u2015 dull, gray.<\/p>\n<p>Rose late \u2015 &amp; breakfasted at 10.30 \u2015 expecting <a href=\"http:\/\/www.nonsenselit.org\/diaries\/people\/holman-hunt-william\/\">W. Holman Hunt<\/a>, but no-one came.<\/p>\n<p>Passed all the morning \u2015 arranging dearest <a href=\"http:\/\/www.nonsenselit.org\/diaries\/people\/lear-ann\/\">Ann<\/a>\u2019s letters &amp; \u02c7[the] little things I shall always keep for her sake.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.nonsenselit.org\/diaries\/people\/lacaita-sir-john\/\">Lac\u00e4ita<\/a> came at 2 &amp; staid more than half-an-hour, he really seems a very good fellow, malgrado<sup><a href=\"#footnote_0_14799\" id=\"identifier_0_14799\" class=\"footnote-link footnote-identifier-link\" title=\"Notwithstanding.\">1<\/a><\/sup> \u2015\u2015<\/p>\n<p>But is there anything <em>so<\/em> dreadful as a Sunday in London, \u2015 when upset in body \u02c7[or] mind, &amp; although kept prisoner in the house, unable to apply to anything?<\/p>\n<p>Partly I slept X.<\/p>\n<p>Partly, inwardly moaning, paced up &amp; down.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.nonsenselit.org\/diaries\/people\/crake-john-and-mrs\/\">Crakes<\/a> are away: <a href=\"http:\/\/www.nonsenselit.org\/diaries\/people\/nevill-william\/\">W. Nevills<\/a> I think also: <a href=\"http:\/\/www.nonsenselit.org\/diaries\/people\/beadon-william-f\/\">Beadons<\/a> ditto. Nor can I get out to call on <a href=\"http:\/\/www.nonsenselit.org\/diaries\/people\/baring-thomas-george-1st-earl-of-northbrook\/\">Baring<\/a>\u2019s, <a href=\"http:\/\/www.nonsenselit.org\/diaries\/people\/lushington-stephen\/\">Dr. Lushingtons<\/a>, or any one else \u2015 for fear of people coming who said they might come on this my last day of my painting being here. \u2015<\/p>\n<p>At 5 I walked out: day very cold, dry, dusty. \u2015 Called on Mrs. Crake, who was all alone. Mr. C. is pretty well at Hastings. The old lady spoke sadly enough about John\u2019s death, but seems to look to Mr. C.\u2019s as a mother \u2015 of course \u2015 as in fact it is, while the other was not so. She is somehow, as old <a href=\"http:\/\/www.nonsenselit.org\/diaries\/people\/harness-mrs\/\">Mr. Harness<\/a> said once \u2015 a half very clever woman, mute, as it were. I do not know but that it is more painful to be so acute to the [load] of life \u2015 than to be gradually childish, like <a href=\"http:\/\/www.nonsenselit.org\/diaries\/people\/grey-lady\/\">Lady Grey<\/a>. \u2015 It was too late to make other visits, so I walked back, looking at the new omnibuses, which gather crowds. \u2015 Walked at 7 to the Blue Posts \u2015 but it was full \u2015 so I walked on \u2015 (seeing <a href=\"http:\/\/www.nonsenselit.org\/diaries\/people\/spedding\/\">Spedding<\/a> &amp; speaking to him for a moment,) \u2015 &amp; left a card on <a href=\"http:\/\/www.nonsenselit.org\/diaries\/people\/massingbeard-c-l\/\">Massingberd<\/a>, &amp; asked after little Miss James: &amp; after that, at 8 came again to the Blue Posts, &amp; dined. \u2015<\/p>\n<p>Home by 9.30 \u2015 or 10. A weary dreary sad day.<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: small;\">[Transcribed by Marco Graziosi from Houghton Library, Harvard University, MS Eng. 797.3.]<\/span><\/p>\n<ol class=\"footnotes\"><li id=\"footnote_0_14799\" class=\"footnote\">Notwithstanding. [<a href=\"#identifier_0_14799\" class=\"footnote-link footnote-back-link\">&#8617;<\/a>]<\/li><\/ol>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Dry \u2015 dull, gray. Rose late \u2015 &amp; breakfasted at 10.30 \u2015 expecting W. Holman Hunt, but no-one came. Passed all the morning \u2015 arranging dearest Ann\u2019s letters &amp; \u02c7[the] little things I shall always keep for her sake. Lac\u00e4ita came at 2 &amp; staid more than half-an-hour, he really seems a very good fellow, [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[23,3],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nonsenselit.org\/diaries\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14799"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nonsenselit.org\/diaries\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nonsenselit.org\/diaries\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nonsenselit.org\/diaries\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nonsenselit.org\/diaries\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=14799"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.nonsenselit.org\/diaries\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14799\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14882,"href":"https:\/\/www.nonsenselit.org\/diaries\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14799\/revisions\/14882"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nonsenselit.org\/diaries\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=14799"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nonsenselit.org\/diaries\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=14799"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nonsenselit.org\/diaries\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=14799"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}