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White Bridge

Sept. 6th

Dearest Sue

Once more I write
you from this sweet spot.
- The Summer has gone
all too quickly, and soon
I too must depart -
How I shall hate to go,
Harrow is well enough -
but I shall find no Lake,
no mountains - no woods -
and I shall pine for them,
- I can linger on here
until the last days of
Sept - and then tear myself
away - with tears in my eyes!

I am often tempted to live
permanently at Grasmere
but the winters are damp -
& my lungs irritable, and
I suppose, I should miss
some things always to be
obtained in dear old London,
Music for instance, wh.
one cannot live without -
-- I was delighted to receive
your precious letter in July -
& to know you were well, &
intensely enjoying every moment
in your picturesque home -
How you must love it!
I wish I could have been
there with you. I often dream
I am sitting in the verandah
by your side - So you have
decided to spend next winter

in New York - I dare say
you will enjoy the change -
- When a blizzard comes.
You can shut your eyes
& think only of Nice, and
the olives. & oranges & lemons
around the Villa Lilas Blanc!
- Matty will be happy,
for you tell me the Captain
returns to stay - so nothing
else matters to her! And
you dear, can sun yourself
in their great happiness -
- We have passed a cool
summer here - but it has been
fearfully hot in London
& the South of England -
- I am much interested
in the approaching boat
race - between Harvard and

Cambridge. It takes place
on Saturday - of course
being an American. I most
earnestly hope Harvard
will win - I may live in
England until I die - but
my heart is still in America.
And I am continually driven
back into the Past - our
own sacred Past - The golden
days you & I have spent
together - Oh! dear Sue
how vividly I recal [sic] them!
Those happy visits at your
house! Those celestial gatherings
in the Library - The blazing
wood fire - Emily - Austin,
- The music - The rampant
fun - The inextinguishable
laughter. The uproarious

spirits of our chosen -
our most congenial circle,
- Years have passed
away - I have roamed
far & wide - sat at many
pleasant fire-sides -
seen many kind faces -
- laughed & talked with
many people - but they all
fade into insignificance
and grow dim before the
remembered lustre of those
radiant evenings! -

No more of this - we
cannot bear it - much
has forever gone, but our
love remains imperishable.
- Only life is passing
and I never see you -

never see you -- -- --

I am falling too much
into the Minor Key -
I will stop at once &
go out for a walk -
- (Later -) I have just
returned from a long scramble,
I went to a farm down in
the "Easedale Valley" to pay
Mrs. Craghill for the butter,
- She is a busy woman -
quite unconscious of the Paradise
in wh. she lives. High Mts,
in every direction - Heather
crop [crags?] - green fields - River
Rothay (Wordsworth's Rothay)
rippling past her very door -
all so beautiful - Around
the cottage a motley assemblage
of children of all ages -
dogs - sheep - cows -

chickens - - "would I please
to cam[?] in?" - I was tired
& gladly seated myself in her
rocking chair - She talks
incessantly - but I could
understand very little of her
Westmorland dialect. -
When I came away the scene
was one of transcendent beauty -
The shadows on "Helm Crag"
"Seat Sandal" & the whole
range on to "Helvellyn" too
exquisite for words - I tried
to direct her gaze to these
superb heights - but without
success - How true it is
that a degree of education
is absolutely necessary to
enable any one to appreciate
Nature - however she makes
delicious butter, & I cannot

H bMS Am 1118.95, Box 9

so after all she is superior
to me - for what would
life be - without butter!

- Now my blessed Sue
I will say goodbye -
I am tired - Mary[?] is coming
in with tea - Oh! if you
& Matty were only here -
My best love to the dear
child - & to the Captain -
- Do write soon very soon
- Direct here until the
end of Sept - & then to
Harrow - Ever & ever your
own loving Katie -

(Your letter was such a treat -
I have read it many times,

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