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Wednesday Nov. 3, 1880. The result of the election yesterday is a complete triumph of the Republicans. Every northern state is thought to have gone Republican and a solid North again defeats a solid South. The loveliest of days smiled on the triumph. Nannie and I put down the parlor carpet and put it in under and I did some other little things for while I have been proposing to devote a day. I continue to feel less unhappy and more hopeful. A letter from Weir saying he cannot go to N.Y. but wishing me to go to New Haven to spend Sunday with him. I wrote him I would. Emma sent word she would like to have me come as she expects to go south soon. I thought of our wedding day many times today and of dear Gertrude very often as we were putting the parlor in order. Every thing there reminded me of her, the pretty little things she loved to much and was always collecting. Each one was a sacred reminder of her. I read one of her letters every night.

Thursday 4. Went to N.Y. with Ward who came in from Shokan and whom I brought up to take tea with me. The train from Rhinebeck was two hours late and I did not get to my room until after 1 o'clock in the morning.

Friday 5. Rained hard. Had my breakfast in my room. Yewell came in feeling pretty discouraged. Cant sell any thing. I tried to encourage him. Went to Marys to lunch and she and I went to see Holman Hunt's picture of the "Shadow of Death." It is very interesting to me but not my idea of Art. In the evening attended a meeting at the Century to arrange for the memorial evening to Gifford. There were present of the committee Ward, Conant, Collins, Beard and myself. We arranged all the programme. An address by Weir, a poem by Stoddard, paper by Whittredge, poem by Sudman, paper by me and one by Hubbard if he will consent, and all to be printed in a memorial book. I dined with Ward at his mother-in-laws.

Saturday 6. Breakfasted at Mary's and at 11 oclock took the train for New Haven. Still foggy but beautiful effects of brown color all the way with spots of brilliant reds and yellows. Weir met me at the depot. Went to his studio where we met H. K. Brown and all went to a restaurant to lunch. After lunch to his studio again to smoke and talk and towards evening to his home to dinner. Emma came down to dinner. Has only lately come down stairs although her boy is three months old. She looked very pretty and was very kind. Brown dined with us and spent the evening. He is here in the hands of a spiritual doctor. He is a firm believer in spiritualism. We talked