In August 1870, Mary Hartman, known as Polly, wrote of herself in the third person in the following entry in the matrimonial diary: Dear little Henry fell down with his chin on a box, & his tongue hanging: consequently he bit his tongue half through. Polly was in bed, the river was rising, there seemed no chance of crossing the water, so the doctor was sent for. Polly got a shock, & her threatening miscarriage came on. 1