Coleridge's eyes made him turn back. Sara and I had a grand bread and cake baking. We were very merry in the evening, but grew sleepy soon, though we did not go to bed till twelve o'clock.
Saturday.—Wm. accompanied Coleridge to the foot of the Raise. A very pleasant morning. Sara and I accompanied him half-way to Keswick. Thirlemere was very beautiful, even more so than in summer. William was not well, had laboured unsuccessfully. . . . A letter from M. H.
Sunday.—A fine morning. I read. Sara wrote to Hartley, Wm. to Mary, I to Mrs. C. We walked just before dinner to the lakeside, and found out a seat in a tree. Windy, but very pleasant. Sara and Wm. walked to the waterfalls at Rydale.
Monday, 8th December.—A sweet mild morning. I wrote to Mrs. Cookson, and Miss Griffith.
Tuesday, 9th.—I dined at Lloyd's. Wm. drank tea. Walked home. A pleasant starlight frosty evening. Reached home at one o'clock. Wm. finished his poem to-day.
Wednesday, 10th.—Walked to Keswick. Snow upon the ground. A very fine day. Ate bread and ale at John Stanley's. Found Coleridge better. Stayed at Keswick till Sunday 14th December.
Wednesday.—A very fine day. Writing all the morning for William.
Thursday.—Mrs. Coleridge and Derwent came. Sweeping chimneys.
Friday.—Baking.
Saturday.—Coleridge came. Very ill, rheumatic fever. Rain incessantly.
Monday.—S. and Wm. went to Lloyd's. Wm. dined. It rained very hard when he came home.
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