William Wordsworth,
The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth…
“ I have never seen anything so like a continental scene at the gathering at Hawkshead spout-house. Lastly, there is a very aged thorn-tree in the churchyard—blown over but propped up—in which the forefathers of the hamlet used to sit as boys (in the thorn, that is, not the churchyard) , and which has been worn smooth by many Hawkshead generations. The tradition is, that Wordsworth used to sit a deal in it when at school. ”
