"Shortly after I went for a little quiet rest to my favourite haunt at Rydal, Knab Cottage, accompanied by my sister Fanny. The sweet peacefulness of that lovely valley was very soothing to my spirit and helped me to bear the further sorrow which it pleased God to send upon me. I think of June 13th [1860] in the removal of my little lamb to join her mother. She had always been a fragile little thing and had doubtless inherited her mother’s chest delicacy so we could not but feel that it had been ordered graciously and well – though it was sharp pang at the moment." *Memoirs of John Barton