For, when I inquired about Mr.Wordsworth, the landlord said to me, "A few minutes ago he went by here in his little carriage." The next morning I called upon him.

The walk to his cottage was delightful, with the dew still lingering in the shady nooks by the roadside, and the morning songs of thanksgiving bursting forth from every grove.

At the summit of a deeply shaded hill I found "Rydal Mount" cottage.

I was shown, at once, into the sitting-room, where I found him with his wife, who sat sewing beside him.

The old man rose and received me graciously.