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Journals of Dorothy Wordsworth, Vol. 1 (of 2)
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Dorothy Wordsworth
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[Footnote
28:
Professor
Dowden
thinks
that
this
refers
to
the
poem
on
John's
Grove.
But
a
hitherto
unpublished
fragment
will
soon
be
issued
by
the
Messrs.
Longman,
which
may
cast
fresh
light
on
this
"Inscription
of
the
Pathway."--ED.]
Sunday,
31st.--
...
A
great
deal
of
corn
is
cut
in
the
vale,
and
the
whole
prospect,
though
not
tinged
with
a
general
autumnal
yellow,
yet
softened
down
into
a
mellowness
of
colouring,
which
seems
to
impart
softness
to
the
forms
of
hills
and
mountains.
At
11
o'clock
Coleridge
came,
when
I
was
walking
in
the
still
clear
moonshine
in
the
garden.
He
came
over
Helvellyn.
Wm.
was
gone
to
bed,
and
John
also,
worn
out
with
his
ride
round
Coniston.
We
sate
and
chatted
till
half-past
three,
...
Coleridge
reading
a
part
of
Christabel.
Talked
much
about
the
mountains,
etc.
etc....
Monday
Morning,
1st
September.--We
walked
in
the
wood
by
the
lake.
W.
read
Joanna,
and
the
Firgrove,
to
Coleridge.
They
bathed.
The
morning
was
delightful,
with
somewhat
of
an
autumnal
freshness.
After
dinner,
Coleridge
discovered
a
rock-seat
in
the
orchard.
Cleared
away
brambles.
Coleridge
went
to
bed
after
tea.
John
and
I
followed
Wm.
up
the
hill,
and
then
returned
to
go
to
Mr.
Simpson's.
We
borrowed
some
bottles
for
bottling
rum.
The
evening
somewhat
frosty
and
grey,
but
very
pleasant.
I
broiled
Coleridge
a
mutton
chop,
which
he
ate
in
bed.
Wm.
was
gone
to
bed.
I
chatted
with
John
and
Coleridge
till
near
12.
Tuesday,
2nd.--In
the
morning
they
all
went
to
Stickle
Tarn.
A
very
fine,
warm,
sunny,
beautiful
morning....
The
fair-day....
There
seemed
very
few
people
and
very
few
stalls,
yet
I
believe
there
were
many
cakes
and
much
beer
sold.
My
brothers
came
home
to
dinner
at
6
o'clock.
We
drank
tea
immediately
after
by
candlelight.
It
was
a
lovely
moonlight
night.
We
talked
much
about
a
house
on
Helvellyn.
The
moonlight
shone
only
upon
the
village.
It
did
not
eclipse
the
village
lights,
and
the
sound
of
dancing
and
merriment
came
along
the
still
air.
I
walked
with
Coleridge
and
Wm.
up
the
lane
and
by
the
church,
and
then
lingered
with
Coleridge
in
the
garden.
John
and
Wm.
were
both
gone
to
bed,
and
all
the
lights
out.
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