[Manchester—Sunday, 5 September 1875]
Sunday. Arose before dawn. Such serenity & glory, such rest, such coolness after heat, such untold cloudlessness and color I never before saw. I sat more than an hour undressed to watch the scene.
We rambled in the valley in the morning and went to the Townes in the afternoon and passed the evening reading Emerson and Wordsworth. What a lovely life. We enjoy every hour as it goes. Talked with the dear old Gilberts in their orchard.
