134: MEMOIR OP JOHN WILSON. 



and secondly, to the want of sealing-wax or wafer ; so, if angry, 

 pray become appeased. On Monday I reached Penrith, the weather 

 being coldish to Hawick ; then I took inside to Carlisle, thence out- 

 side to Penrith. At Penrith I dined with an old Oxonian, and 

 walked on to Pooley Bridge ; there I found Jeany* waiting for 

 me, and proceeded to Patterdale, which I reached about ten 

 o'clock ; dark and stormy night. On Tuesday morning I walked 

 to Ambleside, sending Billy (whom I found there) with pony to 

 Elleray. From Ambleside I walked to De Quincey's, with whom 

 I dined ; we returned per coach to Ambleside, and drank punch 

 with Dr. Scandler, who is considerably better. The night being 

 indifferent, I stayed all night at Chapman's ; on Wednesday I sent 

 for pony and rode to Elleray. I found Mrs. Ritson alive and well. 

 Rode down and called at the parsonage ; all glad to see me. Called 

 at the Island ; saw Mrs. Curwen and children, well and looking 

 well ; W. Curwen in Cumberland ; dined therefore at Ullock's ; 

 went in the evening to parsonage and drank tea. Thursday, 

 walked abont Elleray ; dined at Pringle's ; met the Baxters and 

 Greaves ; pleasant party, Greave falling asleep immediately after 

 dinner. Mr. Pringle is looking tolerably, though I fear he will feel 

 the effects of the accident all his days. Blind of one eye, and con- 

 fused at times in his head. Mrs. Pringle handsome and kind, and 

 Miss Somerville with her. Friday, have spent all this day along 

 with myself and Mr. Ritson, and Billy at Elleray. The place which 

 had been a wilderness is again trim and neat, and looks as well as 

 possible. The trees are greatly grown, and every thing seems 

 thriving and prosperous. There are eight chickens with whom I 

 am forming a friendship ; and I feel as idle as ever. 



" I dare say no more about a place so dear to us both ; would to 

 God you were here ! 



"But next time I come, whenever that is, you shall be with me. 

 I have not seen the ' stamp-master.' Saturday and Sunday I intend 

 keeping alone, and at Elleray. Monday I shall probably go to Hol- 

 low Oak or Ulverston. The Misses Taylor have gone to Bath. Of 

 the Hardens I know nothing. Mr. Lloyd is worse than ever, and 

 gone to Birmingham ; I believe never to return. Kitty Dawes 

 (mother to Dawes) is dead. So is the old miller of Restock, and 

 young Bingham of Kendal, two well-known cockers. 



* A favorite pony. 



