[Manchester—Tuesday, 15 September 1868]
Tuesday. A perfect autumn day. We can’t escape the fact; it is autumn again. Next month Dickens begins to read again. Gay the artist went to Norman’s Woe with us where we passed nearly the whole day. Such a marvellous surging sea I had never before seen there. It was Divine Power evidenced in Divine Beauty. The sky was that perfect blue, the rocks perfect gold and rich red, the green like June; every stream was clear and full, and existence was a joy.
