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Journals of Dorothy Wordsworth, Vol. 1 (of 2)
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Dorothy Wordsworth
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Friday.--First
walked
in
the
garden
and
orchard,
a
frosty
sunny
morning.
After
dinner
I
gathered
mosses
in
Easedale.
I
saw
before
me
sitting
in
the
open
field,
upon
his
pack
of
rags,
the
old
Ragman
that
I
know.
His
coat
is
of
scarlet
in
a
thousand
patches.
When
I
came
home
Molly
had
shook
the
carpet
and
cleaned
everything
upstairs.
When
I
see
her
so
happy
in
her
work,
and
exulting
in
her
own
importance,
I
often
think
of
that
affecting
expression
which
she
made
use
of
to
me
one
evening
lately.
Talking
of
her
good
luck
in
being
in
this
house,
"Aye,
Mistress,
them
'at's
low
laid
would
have
been
proud
creatures
could
they
but
have
seen
where
I
is
now,
fra
what
they
thought
wud
be
my
doom."
I
was
tired
when
I
reached
home.
I
sent
Molly
Ashburner
to
Rydale.
No
letters.
I
was
sadly
mortified.
I
expected
one
fully
from
Coleridge.
Wrote
to
William,
read
the
L.
B.,
got
into
sad
thoughts,
tried
at
German,
but
could
not
go
on.
Read
L.
B.
Blessings
on
that
brother
of
mine!
Beautiful
new
moon
over
Silver
How.
Friday
Morning.--A
very
cold
sunshiny
frost.
I
wrote
The
Pedlar,
and
finished
it
before
I
went
to
Mrs.
Simpson's
to
drink
tea.
Miss
S.
at
Keswick,
but
she
came
home.
Mrs.
Jameson
came
in
and
stayed
supper.
Fletcher's
carts
went
past
and
I
let
them
go
with
William's
letter.
Mr.
B.
S.
came
nearly
home
with
me.
I
found
letters
from
Wm.,
Mary,
and
Coleridge.
I
wrote
to
C.
Sat
up
late,
and
could
not
fall
asleep
when
I
went
to
bed.
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