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couple were in deep fear for the result. When I 
remember Dungeon Gill in its drear loneliness 
amongst the hills, I fancy I see the wistful eye 
looking up the long road for the help that visitors 
alone could bring. I longed to make every one I 
met drive over to the inn that stands waiting for 
the Good time coming," within hearing of the 
tumbling waters where Hymenophyllum Wilsoni 
can be found for the seeking, to reward them for 
their pains. 
We drove back to Windermere by Grasmere, 
Kydal, and Ambleside. As we drew near the church 
at Grasmere the driver looked over his shoulder at 
us, and said, " Would we wish to alight at the 
church ? ' Parties ' mostly liked to say as they'd 
seen Wordsworth's grave." So we alighted, and 
stood beside the plain stone slab, on which were 
engraved but the two words " William Words- 
worth : " yet what magical words they were ! They 
seemed to open a long vista down which troops of 
" parties " were slowly pacing to and fro the poet's 
grave — parties " from every quarter of the globe, 
