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Journals of Dorothy Wordsworth, Vol. 1 (of 2)
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Dorothy Wordsworth
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We
passed
through
a
great
part
of
the
town,
then
turned
down
a
steep
hill,
and
came
in
view
of
a
long
range
of
cotton
mills,[83]
the
largest
and
loftiest
I
had
ever
seen;
climbed
upwards
again,
our
road
leading
us
along
the
top
of
the
left
bank
of
the
river;
both
banks
very
steep
and
richly
wooded.
The
girl
left
me
at
the
porter's
lodge.
Having
asked
after
William,
I
was
told
that
no
person
had
been
there,
or
could
enter
but
by
the
gate.
The
night
was
coming
on,
therefore
I
did
not
venture
to
go
in,
as
I
had
no
hope
of
meeting
William.
I
had
a
delicious
walk
alone
through
the
wood;
the
sound
of
the
water
was
very
solemn,
and
even
the
cotton
mills
in
the
fading
light
of
evening
had
somewhat
of
the
majesty
and
stillness
of
the
natural
objects.
It
was
nearly
dark
when
I
reached
the
inn.
I
found
Coleridge
sitting
by
a
good
fire,
which
always
makes
an
inn
room
look
comfortable.
In
a
few
minutes
William
arrived;
he
had
heard
of
me
at
the
gate,
and
followed
as
quickly
as
he
could,
shouting
after
me.
He
was
pale
and
exceedingly
tired.
[Footnote
83:
New
Lanark,
Robert
Owen's
mills.--J.
C.
S.]
After
he
had
left
us
he
had
taken
a
wrong
road,
and
while
looking
about
to
set
himself
right
had
met
with
a
barefooted
boy,
who
said
he
would
go
with
him.
The
little
fellow
carried
him
by
a
wild
path
to
the
upper
of
the
Falls,
the
Boniton
Linn,
and
coming
down
unexpectedly
upon
it,
he
was
exceedingly
affected
by
the
solemn
grandeur
of
the
place.
This
fall
is
not
much
admired
or
spoken
of
by
travellers;
you
have
never
a
full,
breast
view
of
it;
it
does
not
make
a
complete
self-satisfying
place,
an
abode
of
its
own,
as
a
perfect
waterfall
seems
to
me
to
do;
but
the
river,
down
which
you
look
through
a
long
vista
of
steep
and
ruin-like
rocks,
the
roaring
of
the
waterfall,
and
the
solemn
evening
lights,
must
have
been
most
impressive.
One
of
the
rocks
on
the
near
bank,
even
in
broad
daylight,
as
we
saw
it
the
next
morning,
is
exactly
like
the
fractured
arch
of
an
abbey.
With
the
lights
and
shadows
of
evening
upon
it,
the
resemblance
must
have
been
much
more
striking.
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