is very beautiful. We expected to have found Coleridge at home, but he did not come till after dinner. He was well, but did not look so.
Tuesday, 12th October.—We walked with Coleridge to Rydale.
Wednesday, 13th.—Set forwards with him towards Keswick, and he prevailed us to go on. We consented, Mrs. C. not being at home. The day was delightful. . . .
Thursday, 14th.—We went in the evening to Calvert's. Moonlight. Stayed supper.
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Saturday, 16th.—Came home, Mary and I. William returned to Coleridge before we reached Nadel Fell. Mary and I had a pleasant walk. The day was very bright; the people busy getting in their corn. Reached home at about five o'clock. . . .
Sunday, 17th.—We had thirteen of our neighbours to tea. William came in just as we began tea.
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Saturday, 30th October.—William is gone to Keswick. Mary went with him to the top of the Raise. She is returned, and is now sitting near me by the fire. It is a breathless, grey day, that leaves the golden woods of autumn quiet in their own tranquillity, stately and beautiful in their decaying. The lake is a perfect mirror.
William met Stoddart at the bridge at the foot of Legberthwaite dale. . . . They surprised us by their arrival at four o'clock in the afternoon. . . . After tea, S. read Chaucer to us.
Monday, 31st October.[1]— . . . William and S. went to Keswick. Mary and I walked to the top of the hill and looked at Rydale. I was much affected when I stood upon the second bar of Sara's gate. The lake was perfectly still, the sun shone on hill and vale, the distant birch trees looked like large golden flowers.
- ↑ This should have been entered 1st November.—Ed.
