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Dropping from resting hands I place in Thine
Their clasp of love their long and sweet caress
Shall wake again in wanted tenderness. 
In fading, failing pulses beating slow 
Immortal beauty in their hearts of snow.

It has rained all day today. Calvert and Tom Sawyer and his wife left this morning. I have had such consoling letters from Mrs. Stoddard, Whittredge, Booth, Ben Butler, the Stedmans.  The world seems full of sympathy for me and of sweet remembrance of Gertrude. Now as I am about to go to bed again for the first time since her death in our own bed the wind is howling and the rain is falling. It does not trouble me as I feared it would with dismal suggestions. The storm can do her no harm and I do not think of her as exposed to it. I have felt very calm the most of the day. The house is filled with our own people which makes it cheerful, but how it will be when they are gone I cannot tell. Mary will go on Monday and take Marian with her, but Lucy and the children will be here and Gussie I hope will stay some time and Sara will be back on Monday. I have a bad cold but I hope it will soon pass off and not worry me into a headache. 

[[newspaper clipping]] Mr. Jervis McEntee, the distinguished artist, will have in the loss of his wife the deep sympathy of countless friends in this city who knew and esteemed that lady. Mrs. McEntee died on Monday evening at Rondout. Her illness was short, and her husband was beside her throughout. The devoted and unceasing care which she gave to Mr. McEntee during his own long and dangerous sickness a year or two ago was a tax upon her strength which she never wholly recovered. This admirable lady will be sincerely mourned by all who have felt the sunny influence of her bright mind, her sweet and gracious nature. [[/newspaper clipping]] 
N.Y. Tribune. Oct. 17".

Sunday of Oct. 20" 1878. Mr. Terry the Methodist minister very kindly came up yesterday invited Mr. Sawyer to preach in his church today which he did. and I am sure he will always remember with satisfaction this simple act of Christian courtesy. Mr. Sawyers remarks were impromptu, simple and touching from the heart. "Thou shalt love Thy neighbor as Thyself". I think the spirit of God dwelt in that house through all the service I had letters yesterday from Eastman Johnson, Gifford, Church, Mrs. Pychurska, Whitelaw Reid and many others. Today I have written to Alice for the first time and I have told her not to grieve me by