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to whom I had brought a letter of introduc 

 tion. He lives in a fine house exactly resem 

 bling that of an English squire, picturesquely 

 situate on a rising ground and commanding 

 views similar in character and not excelled in 

 beauty by the prospects from Richmond Hill 

 or Windsor Castle. His family consists of 

 two sons and a daughter, one of the former 

 married and residing about a mile off; the 

 other son and the young lady living with their 

 father. 



When I called the family were from home, 

 but in a few hours Colonel Wordsworth, the 

 younger son, visited me and in a most open 

 and kind manner pressingly invited me to 

 take up my residence at his father s house, an 

 invitation which I accepted. 



I found the elder Mr Wordsworth the very 

 beau ideal of a fine old English country gen 

 tleman ; tall and graceful in person, and in 

 manners courteous, affable, and hospitable. In 

 all the young ladies of the States, to whom it 

 had hitherto been my good fortune to be in 

 troduced, I had remarked an amiable complai- 



