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Journals of Dorothy Wordsworth, Vol. 1 (of 2)
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Dorothy Wordsworth
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Tuesday,
August
16th.--Passed
Rose
Castle
upon
the
Caldew,
an
ancient
building
of
red
stone
with
sloping
gardens,
an
ivied
gateway,
velvet
lawns,
old
garden
walls,
trim
flower-borders
with
stately
and
luxuriant
flowers.
We
walked
up
to
the
house
and
stood
some
minutes
watching
the
swallows
that
flew
about
restlessly,
and
flung
their
shadows
upon
the
sunbright
walls
of
the
old
building;
the
shadows
glanced
and
twinkled,
interchanged
and
crossed
each
other,
expanded
and
shrunk
up,
appeared
and
disappeared
every
instant;
as
I
observed
to
William
and
Coleridge,
seeming
more
like
living
things
than
the
birds
themselves.
Dined
at
Carlisle;
the
town
in
a
bustle
with
the
assizes;
so
many
strange
faces
known
in
former
times
and
recognised,
that
it
half
seemed
as
if
I
ought
to
know
them
all,
and,
together
with
the
noise,
the
fine
ladies,
etc.,
they
put
me
into
confusion.
This
day
Hatfield
was
condemned.
I
stood
at
the
door
of
the
gaoler's
house,
where
he
was;
William
entered
the
house,
and
Coleridge
saw
him;
I
fell
into
conversation
with
a
debtor,
who
told
me
in
a
dry
way
that
he
was
"far
over-learned,"
and
another
man
observed
to
William
that
we
might
learn
from
Hatfield's
fate
"not
to
meddle
with
pen
and
ink."
We
gave
a
shilling
to
my
companion,
whom
we
found
out
to
be
a
friend
of
the
family,
a
fellow-sailor
with
my
brother
John
"in
Captain
Wordsworth's
ship."
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