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280 [[newspaper clipping]] A SONG FOR THE GIRL I LOVE. A song for the girl I love– God love her! A song for the eyes of tender shine, And the fragrant mouth that melts on mine, The shimmering tresses uncontrolled That clasp her neck with tendril gold; The blossom mouth and the dainty chin, And the little dimples out and in– The girl I love– God love her! A song for the girl I loved– God love her! A song for the eyes of faded light, And the cheek whose red rose waned to white; The quiet brow with its shadow and gleam, And the dark hair drooped in a long, deep dream; The small hands crossed for their churchyard rest, And the lilies dead on her sweet dead breast. The girl I loved– God love her! [[right margin]] Sunday Tribune [[/right margin]] [[/newspaper clipping]] musical Festival and heard the Messiah splendidly given with Cary & Guster in the solos. Cary is a beautiful woman of splendid physique and a compact classic head. She sang admirably. We had our adventure. They put my coupons for seats in the ticket box and gave me the admission card by mistake and no redress in the immense crowd of nearly 15000 people. Fortunately I remembered the section where our seats were but was not sure of the numbers of the seats We took possession however and were not disturbed. During the intermission I went to the managers office and he promised to return the tickets tomorrow. Saturday May 7" 1881. Went home by afternoon train. No one at home but my father and mother. It seemed very strange not to see Maurice there and my father said he missed him, and spoke very tenderly of him. Sunday 8. A heavenly day of soft skies and all the budding life of the spring time, but I could not help a very sad feeling for it all made me think of my dear Gertrude who was always so happy in the spring time and welcomed it with such unaffected delight. It seemed so still and sad here without her who was in my thought all the time. I tried to tell my father, in the morning as we walked under the cherry trees, and he called my attention to the view down by Hussey Hill, that it all made me think of dear Gertrude, but I could hardly speak her dear name for the tears and he could only say "that with her it was eternal Spring. I proposed to Girard to take the children up to the Ice house above Brighams, and get a boat there for a row which we did taking Jimmy and Charlie and little Walter Jones and Louis Anderson. Park went along and I enjoyed the childrens happiness. We had a lovely ride and a row in a boat and got home to dinner. I wrote to Booth in the afternoon, from a pretty lonesome, homesick heart. I found a letter from him at home dated Apl 24" with not much that was cheerful in it. It seemed so lonely at home with Sara and Maurice gone. Thursday 9. Took a walk clear out beyond the Roa=tina directly after breakfast with Park for companion, to get some flowers to take to Mary. I got very warm but got some pretty flowers. Came down to N.Y. by the noon train Weir came down Saturday to the Century and I allowed him to occupy my bed room. Attended the Council meeting.
