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Friday Nov 9, 1900

My dear Mother
At noon the Lord Mayor came to town, escorted by troops representing different races of the Empire. It was a day of gorgeous robes. Alderman, Councilman, Harness-maker, Lawyers were drawn in old-time gold-leafed coaches, through the crowded, muddy, and misty streets. Coachman, footman, soldiers, farmers smothered in gold-lace; banners of purple, carmine, green, yellow, and red; the whole affair an extravagant and ravishing display of color. A feast for those unfortunates, called artists, and an annoyance for those engaged in business. Cathedral chimes were twanging out their rigmarolish jumbles at run-away speed. Chimes and bands together made an infernal racket. A group of Scotch laddies marched by all playing on bag pipes. The poor fellows were dreadfully exposed around the legs. I endeavored on a small canvas to get an impression of the whole parade. And got an interesting bit of a color. 
Saturday.
Blue skies fog, and mist, dried dried up. Went this morning to the