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Parting.

Weep not that we must part;
Partings are short, eternity is long.
Life is but one brief stage,
And they that say love ends with life are wrong.
List to thine own heart's cry-
Love cannot die.

What though so far away?
Thy thoughts are still with me, and with thee mine,
And absence has no power
To lessen what by nature is divine.
List to thine own heart's cry-
Love cannot die.

Then weep no more, my love;
Weeping but shows thy trust in me is small.
For know this truth: thou canst not love at all
Unless thine own heart cry-
Love cannot die.
-All the Year Round.

"SE LAMENTAR AUGELLI."

Translation from Petrarch.
Whenever plaintive warblings, or the note
Of leaves by Summer breezes gently stirred.
Or baffled murmur of bright waves I've heard
Along the green and flowery shore to float,
Where, meditating love, I sat and wrote,
Then her whom earth conceals, whom heaven conferred,
I hear and see and know with living word.
She answereth my sighs, though so remote.
"Ah! why art thou" she pityingly says,
"Pining away before they hour? Why flows
Out of thine eyes so sorrowful a stream?
Weep not for me, since death has made my days
Day without end, and when I seemed to close
My eyes, they opened on the eternal beam."
-Sonnets and Stanzas of Petrarch, C.B. Cayley
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Chicago and his having been brought back and lodged in Kingston Jail. John, Girard and Manuel had been to see him. He was in a cell just like any common felon. Think of him alone at night with his remorse, his memory of his blasted life and and the ruin and disgrace he has brought upon his family. I almost forget my own troubles thinking of all this. I thought of him the moment I awoke this morning. There is a great deal of sympathy expressed for him but some are very bitter.- John McEntee and I made an arrangement to go trout fishing next Monday out on the Mill brook. Girard and I went down to the Point to give Pack a swim. Came down this morning. Met Church and Frank Weekes in the train in the Dining room car. Also Mr. Van Gusen and a Mr Van Brunt President (I think) of the [[?]] club who extended to me the hospitalities of the club whenever I chose to go there. Wrote a note to Mr. Hoe asking him to call here if convenient. I am going to offer him my Autumn Idyl for $600 just half my price. I dislike this sort of thing but must do all I can. Sent a check to Geo. [[Stevens?]] for his bill. Had several calls Mr. Smith of Springfield and a Mr. Booth and two ladies, a Mrs. Chapman and Mrs . Attended the Council meeting. On my return to my studio found a note from Mrs. Weir. She had come to town suddenly, had dined in my studio and will try to see me tomorrow. Weir is much better. I had a letter from him this morning written yesterday. Will not be able to come to the Academy annual meeting.

Tuesday May 13. 1879. Mr. Hoe came early this morning. I offered him my "Autumn Idyl" for $600. He seemed pleased that I gave him the first opportunity to buy it at a low price. I told him frankly that I needed the money. He said he thought he could sell it for me but that he actually had no money to spare from his business. So that has failed. I overslept myself this morning for the first time this winter and had my breakfast in my room.

Wednesday 14. Have just come from the annual meeting of the Academy. Wood was elected Vice President in place of Page. All the old Council elected including myself and J.G. Buren in place of Wood. No Academicians elected and five associates, viz. Bucher, Gilbert Gaul, Hartley, Quartley & Satterlee. All went off harmoniously. The dinner was a success and I came away before it grew boisterous Robbins, Bristol & Guy were chosen the hanging committee