22 January 1866 – 28 January 1866

Death of dear good George Petrie (in Dublin, on the i8th).

Fine and spring-like, but I not well — thinking of George Petrie all day — sad and sweet recollections. In the mild sunshine of his company I never had a vexed moment. His presence like one of those tender old Irish airs which flowed so lovingly from his violin.