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Journals of Dorothy Wordsworth, Vol. 1 (of 2)
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Dorothy Wordsworth
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William
and
I
walked
out
after
dinner;
Coleridge
was
not
well,
and
slept
upon
the
carriage
cushions.
We
made
our
way
to
the
cottages
among
the
little
hills
and
knots
of
wood,
and
then
saw
what
a
delightful
country
this
part
of
Scotland
might
be
made
by
planting
forest
trees.
The
ground
all
over
heaves
and
swells
like
a
sea;
but
for
miles
there
are
neither
trees
nor
hedgerows,
only
"mound"
fences
and
tracts;
or
slips
of
corn,
potatoes,
clover--with
hay
between,
and
barren
land;
but
near
the
cottages
many
hills
and
hillocks
covered
with
wood.
We
passed
some
fine
trees,
and
paused
under
the
shade
of
one
close
by
an
old
mansion
that
seemed
from
its
neglected
state
to
be
inhabited
by
farmers.
But
I
must
say
that
many
of
the
"gentlemen's"
houses
which
we
have
passed
in
Scotland
have
an
air
of
neglect,
and
even
of
desolation.
It
was
a
beech,
in
the
full
glory
of
complete
and
perfect
growth,
very
tall,
with
one
thick
stem
mounting
to
a
considerable
height,
which
was
split
into
four
"thighs,"
as
Coleridge
afterwards
called
them,
each
in
size
a
fine
tree.
Passed
another
mansion,
now
tenanted
by
a
schoolmaster;
many
boys
playing
upon
the
lawn.
I
cannot
take
leave
of
the
country
which
we
passed
through
to-day,
without
mentioning
that
we
saw
the
Cumberland
mountains
within
half
a
mile
of
Ellisland,
Burns's
house,
the
last
view
we
had
of
them.
Drayton
has
prettily
described
the
connexion
which
this
neighbourhood
has
with
ours
when
he
makes
Skiddaw
say--
Marker
Marker
Fine marker
White-out
Fine white-out
Circle
Paint
Unmarker
Hand
Scalpel
Dice
Sieve
Purify
Undo
Redo
Start over
