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noon. We had not seen her in twenty five years. Her husband died last July, and she lives in West Troy. She is a very interesting woman and we were all glad to see her. 

Sunday 25. Stormy all day and the ground covered with snow. I could not bear to be alone for all my memories of dear Gertrude came to me and made me most sad and lonely. Up at home I struggle every day with these sad thoughts and do not seem to be able to put them away. I am afraid I will never again be happy there nor indeed any where else. I find that I cannot bear to be alone and yet how much of my life must be spent alone.

Monday Mar. 29.1880. Calvert, Mary and I came back to N.Y. by the early train. My heart was very heavy. When we got to town I went to my room to see if there were any letters. Received the pay for my picture sold in Springfield ($400) and then went to the Academy this being buyers day. There were not many people there. It was a dull day and the press had treated what is a very fine exhibition coldly. I think it was a mistake to let the press in first and to have no one there with them. Few pictures were sold and small ones, among them one of my little ones to Prof. Marsh, for $200. It seems a shame that in this great city where so much money is spent for Art that the opening of our Academy should excite so little interest. In the evening after many doubts I decided to go to the reception taking Julia Vaux. Calvert Mary, Berger and Downing went. It was very brilliant and successful but I came to my room full of sadness remembering how I used to go with dear Gertrude and how different it all seemed to me now.

Tuesday 30. Mary, Calvert, Downing and I went to the opening of the Art Museum in the Park. It was a very brilliant and successful affair. President Hayes was there and formally declared it opened. In all the exercises and speeches, as usual, not an allusion was made to the Architect who planned and built it and he was not even asked to a seat on the platform. The interior of the building is noble and the picture galleries the best for the purpose I ever saw. I walked down to the Windsor Hotel where I dined with Annie Norton and Julia, Fred being laid up with an attack of the gout.