Sunday 25th October 1846

“Chillblains getting very troublesome obliged to use onion and salt to them. Wore worsted stockings for first time this season. Went through the Temple and round the church and through the churchyard. Copied into scrapbook Latin inscriptions over door in Farrars Buildings as also one within the railings surrounding the church. Went inside and saw Knights Templars brass effigies. This I believe is the first time I was ever inside the Temple Church. From thence to St Mary Aldermanbury, Bow Lane. Rained very heavy all the way home, at times so violent that I was obliged to put up at different times. Beef sausages for dinner. A duel of an afternoon. Stopped at home translating Latin and taking to paper some particulars of Granny Shepard’s family from her own words, of which she tired and waxed wrath with me for bothering her so. — Had Ann up in evening as usual. — Afterwards took walk — with ditto — through the City by Fleet Street to St Paul’s churchyard and then returned home whence I arrived half past 9 o’clock. White puppy fell overboard in the canal and was drowned. Mr Richard Latham completes his 43rd year (a fellow clerk at Eccleston Wharf).”


[Editor’s note: No entries on 26 or 27 October]

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Monday 6th July 1846

“Grosvenor Canal, Pimlico, water let out for the mud to be taken away, which occurs annually. Evening, after business, some of the coalheavers with a net dragged the canal and caught fish of variety – a cold damp evening to be paddling about up to the armpits in mud and water. Purchased eight old prints this evening in Princes Street, opposite George Yard. Chief Justice Sir Connyngham Tyndale died at his temporary residence near Folkestone aged 70 years.”


[Editor’s note: The Chief Justice’s name was Sir Nicholas Conyngham Tindal]

 

Sunday 14th June 1846 

“Rose at half past 2 o’clock (moonlight) and went to locks at the end of Grosvenor Canal, opposite Battersea fields, and met there by appointment George Palmer, James Robinson and his son, whence we all proceeded in Mr George Lea’s boat ’Clara’ up the river to Chiswick, where we all landed, and after looking over the churchyard, especially Hogarth’s tomb, we launched (it was about 6 o’clock). We landed and had pot beer at public house in Chiswick, but though I took but little, it so disagreed with me, having an empty stomach, after nearing home I jumped from boat into the Thames, but could not swim across, the tide being against me. This was on the Middlesex side the river, a little beyond Putney Bridge. This is the first time I bathed in the Thames, heretofore always being in the Serpentine or Canal. Reached the White House, Pimlico at 8 o’clock, and arrived home half past 8. Went to St Magnus the Martyr near London Bridge. After service, whilst looking around, I was accosted by a man civilly to tell him the date of a stone in the church which he could not see, who was no other than old Thomas Williamson, a singular character living in New Road, St Pancras. We had little conversation and parted as we were going our different ways. After, walked to Greenwich Hospital and paid to see the Painted Hall and Chapel.  Returned home by railway from Greenwich owing to the new shoes which I wore for the first time drawing my feet into blisters. Wore also white stockings for first time. Got home about half past 8 o’clock. Poor old Granny Shepard completed her 75th year today, also her last tooth but one came out today.”


[Editor’s note: No entry on 15 June]

Saturday 13th June 1846

“Met an old schoolfellow of mine at coffee shop in Elizabeth Street. Have not seen him before for about nine years – his name Parsons. Regularly mucked out the office by myself, swept floor, dusted shelves, and cleaned windows by my own free will. If I had been ordered to do it, it would have gone ill with me as formerly. Two of our men, Whiffin and Burton, had the impudence to bathe in the canal in broad daylight and before several spectators. This is a penalty if known. Mother taken much worse, not expected to live the afternoon through. Sent for me to go up; I went. She said but little otherwise than that she thought she should not live long and squeezed my hand as if it was for the last time – ‘time will prove’.”