From "The Diary of Benjamin Robert Haydon" vol. 1. pp. 281
September 21, 1820
I have passed the most enchanting fortnight mortal creature ever passed on Earth. I was sitting musing one evening, alone as usual, when a Coach turned into my raod & stopped at the door. I heard a sweet female voice enquire if I was home, & before I ould collect my senses the loveliest creature that ever was created darted unto the room with the air of an angel; my heart filled with nervous pulsation. I thought I knew her; the shades being over my canle I could not see distinctly, when in a tone of voice melting with tenderness she said "don't you know me?" "Good Heavens - Mary!"
...When I entered my house, my poor, forlorn, & miserabe House, it looked as if a lovely meteor had disappeared & left it dim and wretched; there stood the chair that she had sat in, the books she had read, the glass she had looked in - Dearest Mary, thou art the only personification of Shakespeare's Imogen, Ophelia, Juliet, & Miranda; a creature of nature, pure, innocent, inclined to love & yet governed by duty.