[Campton—Friday, 3 July 1868]
July 3d Very very warm. The morning was dewy clear and of Seraphic beauty. We read (see Byron and common sense) Milton before breakfast, that passage where Virtue is called upon as light in herself to guide the sweet lost maiden.
The thrushes sing plenteously and life is sweet and silent and apart. How far apart it seems indeed, after such a close contact as we have had.
