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Monday Feb. 4, 1901

My dear Mother and Father -

My life is full of great events - it seems. An artists life is a life of great expectations [[strikethrough]] ref [[/strikethrough]] rebuffs, many sorrows many dreams, some few joys, and (in most cases) small fortune, and premature end. Ceremonies and ornaments, splendors of this country and court are continually furnishing subjects for brush and brain to work on - The last, the Queens funeral - It was an occasion of great solemnity. The crowds gathered seven hours before the parade. But yours truly didn't gather until about ten o'clock. I found my self in a crush not far from Baker St. In the midst of a boisterous