The elder Kennard has been misbehaving. Yesterday at dinner, after Kennett had drunk his full allowance of beer, (2 glasses), he forced him to take ½ a glass of his own, which made the little fellow quite tipsy and sick. So I called them both, and they each told their own story, which did not differ much. Kennett said that the other threatened to thrash him if he did not take the extra beer, – but added, – ‘I do not want to insist upon this, as he told me this morning he did not threaten me, – but’ (with great naiveté) ‘he did, Sir, for all that.’ Gave Kennard a great lecture, who, with tears in his eyes, promised ‘never to behave unlike a gentleman again.’

Had a talk with Mr Swale about an artist for a fellowship, about which matter Sewell had spoken to him; but we agreed that the movement was quite premature, though he though he could name a person who might do. He went away, leaving great regrets behind.

Mr Daubeny1 called to see Richards, who is his nephew, I believe.

1: Charles Daubeny, scientist, founder of the Oxford University Natural History Museum, Keeper of the Physic Garden. He was very involved in the reform of education at the university to include the sciences and in 1845 had founded Cirencester College of Agriculture. See entry in the Oxford Dictionary of National Biography.

Mr Swale came out to dine and sleep. He has now seen us at work on all sorts of days, and is highly pleased.

Mr Telford went with Howard and Monk to Clifton Hampden and Dorchester. I am very glad of a change for Mr Telford, who must be pretty sick of the organ. Independent of its vast number of parts, – a great many little things were left to be done after it should arrive here, and this has added considerably to delay. Mr Telford seems very happy, and diverts us with his Irish stories.

Mr Swale came out to chapel and tea. Had a talk with Sewell about drawing up rules to restrict visitors.

The Principal of Brasenose and Mrs Harrington, with a Mr Hogg, brother of Mrs Harrington came and asked leave to see the College. Mr Hogg is about to have Robert Elrington for his Curate. All highly pleased. A Lady Churnside with several daughters were brought out by Mr Rawlinson, – mere curiosity hunters, – a class of people to be discouraged. I did not know who they were, but hearing a title mentioned, was very civil. It turned out that they were the family of some physician attendant upon Lord Hertford at Paris; and, to say the truth, I did not think their style quite up to that of lords and ladies.

Messrs Gordon and Morris of Christ Church came to call upon me. Showed them over the organ, which caused great surprise. Very nice men; did not stay long.

This was a weary day, but we don’t mind trouble, unless when imposed by mere loungers.

Mr Swale went away, highly pleased with all he had seen, and is to come again before he leaves the neighbourhood of Oxford. Got the Chapel in readiness for the Evening. A splendid velvet arrived for the Altar, as the gold brocade does not tell in that position, and has therefore been hung by the Warden’s and Sub-Warden’s seats, where it looks very rich, and yet not gaudy at al. Cotton velvet of a good colour trimmed with handsome gold gimp, forms doubled curtains to protect the entrance through the screen. Above, rises the choir organ, projecting 3 feet, in an extremely beautiful case, and at the back, the great organ, with its great central tower, surmounted by a lofty pinnacle, the finial nearly touching the ridge-board. The whole front presents a fine mass of pipes, large and small, made of pure tin, without any mixture of alloy, and highly burnished, looking exactly like polished silver. The light strikes the ‘choir’ front brilliantly, but falls too low down on the ‘great’ case to show it to advantage; otherwise it would be a perfect blaze. I believe it is better that it should be so, for it might be too oppressive in so plain a building. At present, handsome, nay grand and magnificent though it be, it is not overpowering in the least.

The west end is really very fine, and we are all delighted with in. The two chairs, that I bought at Wright’s, are placed for Warden and Sub-Warden, and look very well. Monk has provided very handsome books for the altar, and also for my stall and the Sub-Warden’s, and candlesticks have been placed on the former. In the afternoon arrived a noble Eagle in brass, about which we had often made inquiries for years past. It is executed after the model of one presented by Lord John Manners to some church, the stand of which we considered to be inferior, and therefore would not have it. For the present it is placed on an oblong box, raised on ends, and covered wit crimson damask. It is very glorious indeed. While we were arranging this, the louvres had been fitted to the swell, and John Horan (Mr Telford’s apprentice) began to play. Such tones I never heard; rich, mellow, soft, delicate, deep, bright, sparkling, bold, grand, – everything. The dulciana is sometimes hardly audible, and the soft cornet is mot melting, ravishing. The hautboy is a wailing reed of great beauty, and the trumpet is superb, – But I cannot find time to say half what could be said. What between the organ and eagle, just at this moment attention was sadly distracted.

After all the labours of a hard day, I was sadly put out by the announcement that Messrs Coope and Blythe (organists of Christ Church and Magdalen) had come, with the intention of going to chapel, as they had heard that the organ was to be opened this evening. I confess I thought this as very cool, if not very impertinent, and as they mentioned Howard’s name, I begged of him to go to them and explain that the Chapel was quite private, that the organ was not near finished, and that there was to be no opening in the popular sense of the term, but that the members of the College were simply going in, quietly to say their prayers. However, they persisted and Howard then said that he must ask my leave, which would have been refused: but it did not come to this, for they perceived that they were not welcome, and retired saying that they would wait till the organ was quite finished. They were amazed by the size of it. “Oh, – look at the 16 foot reed”, “Why, this CCC is a thousand times bigger than mine.”

We all walked into chapel in procession, in surplices, – and after the bells had ceased to chime and toll, the organ struck up. About 60 wax candles made all look tolerably bright. Full choral service. This day twelvemonth we had not possession of Radley. What abundant cause for thankfulness is there in all this!