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contemplative state of mind and sometimes it seems to me I never will again. It does seem wrong that ones temporal interests take so much of ones time and thought. I think I could be comparatively fine as regards myself for I grow daily more and more to realize its value, but we are all linked to the fortunes and interests of others to which we cannot be indifferent. The weather has been cool and autumnal for several days. A cold rain is falling today and we have a fire in the grate in the large room. The Literary Club met at Edgar Newkirks last night. The essay was to have been read by Esray but he did not put in an appearance and the meeting resulted in transacting some business.

Monday Sept. 20" 1875. Downing went home today much to the regret of all of us. We find it pleasant to have a little infusion of young life in our sober household. Old Mr. Shufeldt died suddenly today. I received a postal card from Whittredge telling me his eldest child is very ill. I am afraid he is going to lose it. Received a note from Hinschlewood [[Hinshelwood]] the engraver asking me when I would be in town as he wants to consult me about an engraving he has been making from the Fisher girl I left with Moore this spring. Moore has never asked my permission to have this engraved and this is the first intimation I have ever had of it. Received a very laconic note from Church. Suppose he wants to go off somewhere soon. I can't go this year. Painted a little on my figure picture this afternoon and made a change in the general effect for the better I think.

Thursday 23. We had a hard frost last night and today has been like a perfect October day as was yesterday. Maurice and I took a walk up to the Keykout yesterday and a short distance beyond. There were magnificent skies. Every where the sense of Autumn. The corn cut up - ripe rank weeds and people digging the potatoes. I have just come from attending Mr. Shufeldts funeral with my father. His sons were there. The Commodore, Alexander, William and Henry fine stalwart men. Henry came up and spoke with me. I was amazed to find it is eighteen years since he went away. He is a middle aged man and I remembered him as a young 

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