“A very slack day owing to the Whitsuntide holidays. Coals sold only 24 tons. Met James Smith’s wife and son in St Martin’s Lane, having not seen them for a considerable time since. Surprising news from Granny Shepard this evening that her son John Shepard, who is my uncle, who has nearly completed his 43rd year, bathed today for the first time in his life at the Metropolitan Baths, High Holborn, opposite Southampton Street. Wrote a letter for Charles Waters to Viscount Canning for an order to fish in the ornamental waters of the Regent’s Park. Mr Edwards commenced travelling for orders for Eccleston Wharf – brought us one to begin with, though of very little account being low in price. (He was Morris’s former clerk).”
[Editor’s note: No entry on 2 June]
The Life and Loves of a Victorian Clerk 