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Journals of Dorothy Wordsworth, Vol. 1 (of 2)
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Dorothy Wordsworth
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September
24th.--Mary
first
met
us
in
the
avenue.
She
looked
so
fat
and
well
that
we
were
made
very
happy
by
the
sight
of
her;
then
came
Sara,
and
last
of
all
Joanna.
Tom
was
forking
corn,
standing
upon
the
corn
cart.
We
dressed
ourselves
immediately
and
got
tea.
The
garden
looked
gay
with
asters
and
sweet
peas.
Jack
and
George
came
on
Friday
evening,
1st
October.
On
Saturday,
2nd,
we
rode
to
Hackness,
William,
Jack,
George,
and
Sara
single.
I
behind
Tom.
On
Sunday
3rd,
Mary
and
Sara
were
busy
packing.
On
Monday,
4th
October
1802,
my
brother
William
was
married
to
Mary
Hutchinson.[74]
I
slept
a
good
deal
of
the
night,
and
rose
fresh
and
well
in
the
morning.
At
a
little
after
eight
o'clock,
I
saw
them
go
down
the
avenue
towards
the
church.
William
had
parted
from
me
upstairs.
When
they
were
absent,
my
dear
little
Sara
prepared
the
breakfast.
I
kept
myself
as
quiet
as
I
could,
but
when
I
saw
the
two
men
running
up
the
walk,
coming
to
tell
us
it
was
over,
I
could
stand
it
no
longer,
and
threw
myself
on
the
bed,
where
I
lay
in
stillness,
neither
hearing
nor
seeing
anything
till
Sara
came
upstairs
to
me,
and
said,
"They
are
coming."
This
forced
me
from
the
bed
where
I
lay,
and
I
moved,
I
knew
not
how,
straight
forward,
faster
than
my
strength
could
carry
me,
till
I
met
my
beloved
William,
and
fell
upon
his
bosom.
He
and
John
Hutchinson
led
me
to
the
house,
and
there
I
stayed
to
welcome
my
dear
Mary.
As
soon
as
we
had
breakfasted,
we
departed.
It
rained
when
we
set
off.
Poor
Mary
was
much
agitated,
when
she
parted
from
her
brothers
and
sisters,
and
her
home.
Nothing
particular
occurred
till
we
reached
Kirby.
We
had
sunshine
and
showers,
pleasant
talk,
love
and
cheerfulness.
We
were
obliged
to
stay
two
hours
at
K.
while
the
horses
were
feeding.
We
wrote
a
few
lines
to
Sara,
and
then
walked
out;
the
sun
shone,
and
we
went
to
the
churchyard
after
we
had
put
a
letter
into
the
post-office
for
the
York
Herald.
We
sauntered
about,
and
read
the
grave-stones.
There
was
one
to
the
memory
of
five
children,
who
had
all
died
within
five
years,
and
the
longest
lived
had
only
lived
four
years....
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