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thinking of her and of our happy married life over there in our dear little home. And I thought I would go through the home and into our empty room but I thought it might make me feel sad and so I did not. This evening my mother and I have sat in the parlor and talked of dear Gertrude and I read her some of Bryants Poems. "The future life" "Blessed are they that mourn" "Thanatopsis" "the old mans funeral" and the "Waterfowl" Today in looking in one of the drawers of Gertrudes bureau I opened her basket work and found a part of "the future life" which she had copied. Dear, darling Gertrude, I miss her tonight more than ever. Time does not soften her loss nor teach me to cease grieving for her.
Sara and Mrs. Davis went to New York by the boat this evening. I had a letter from Mr. Chickering and a note from Beard [[?]] a call for me to sign for a memorial evening to Gifford at the Century which as he requested I sent to Whittredge.
Friday Oct. 15. 1880. Have been busy about many little things. Went to the laundry and got my feather bed  which I had cleansed and with my father to buy a new stove for the spare room. It has been a peaceful, warm, golden day. I fixed the blind on the back upper hall window and it was so hot as to be very uncomfortable. Cleaned up my studio and dusted it. A telegram came from Weir saying he would go to N.Y. tomorrow and looked to take me home with him. I answered that I had had no word from there and would not go down unless I heard from Butter. I had barely sent the dispatch when one came from Mr. Pratt asking me to come down when I sent another telegram to Weir saying I would meet him at the museum tomorrow at noon. Went to the evening train expecting Calvert + Mary but they did not come. Sara and Mary came later by the Baldwin.
Saturday 16. Went to N.Y. by morning train and met Weir & Falconer at the museum at 11.30. All the smaller Gifford pictures & sketches had come in and the picture from Portland came today. We hung them all and I came up by 4 o'clock train. Weir was greatly disappointed that I could not go home with him but I wanted to visit with Mary and besides go to Hudson Monday or Tuesday to meet Mr & Mrs Sawyer. Saw Church in the station and went into the drawing room car and talked a little while with him. On the way up got into a political discussion with lawyer Van Eltan of Kingston in which I repeated I don't like to battle with Democrats. There is no use in it, and I get too earnest and excited. It has been like a summer day. The leaves are all gone from the elm and the maple in front of my window and nearly all from the Linden.  "Gertrudes tree" the Hickory enclosing the nice view in the left side is a mass of gold. I never saw that view more lovely than yesterday.