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118 EAST 54th STREET
NEW YORK
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I have just come from the funeral of Mr. Gustav Schwab who died very suddenly at the home of his brother Christhoff. He had been ill for three years, but finally died unexpectedly. The funeral was at Grace Church, at Tenth Street and Broadway, and was very full. A great many men, of course, and comparatively few women. The whole family was drapped in blackest black, that is, all the  sisters, and somehow it seemed quite terrible to me. Perhaps, it was only to cover themselves while they had to undergo the ordeal of marching up the isle and down again, but it certainly was extremely oppressive, and, I could not help feeling, unchristian.

Edward is getting on very slowly but well. His frontal bone was cracked. I do not know whether I wrote you this or not. For the first time, he went downstairs yesterday. I expect to go over and see him for a little while this afternoon. There is still a little bleeding, but it is very much less, and, so, we hope, before very long, it will be entirely gone.

It has been such wonderful weather that it must have been very hard for him to stay put in the house instead of hunting. But, inspite of it all, he has been a dear about it, and very patient and uncomplaining.

Just think of it, Carl Vietor is engaged to be married!