I rose pretty early this morning and having bathed and dressed sat down to write my journal. Having done so I went downstairs and eat breakfast. After I had done I went with Louisa and William to pick blackberries. We got about two quarts. When we returned I read and then worked with William. In the afternoon I wrote and went to Mrs. Lovejoy’s. I then had a bath and wrote, after which I read in the newspapers. In the evening I played. POETRY I never cast a flower away The gift of one who cared for me A little flower—a faded flower But it was done reluctantly. I never looked a last adieu To things familiar but my heart Shrank with a feeling almost pain Even from their lifelessness. I never spoke the word farewell But with an utterance faint and broken A heart with yearning for the time When it should never more be spoken. * * * * * September, 6. I think the world would be a very dismal world without books. I could not live without them. I take so much pleasure in reading beautiful stories and poetry. I like to hear beautiful words and thoughts. Beautiful is my favorite word. If I like anything I always say it is beautiful. It is a beautiful word. I can’t tell the color of it. Louisa and I took a walk. It was pleasant if it had only been a little warmer. When we returned we sat in our chamber. I wrote down all the beautiful names we could think of, and in the evening wrote the colors of them. * * * * *