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Wednesday June 22". 1881. Emma Brace, Julia, Marion and I took a ride around Hussey Hill and returned by the river road. It was a cool beautiful day and we had a charming time. Gus Tremper died on the boat in N.Y. yesterday. We saw them digging his grave in the Port Evan cemetery as we came by. He was a boy with me. I saw him last summer for the first time in many years. Today I gave Sara the material for a dress which dear Gertrude and I bought several years ago at Stewarts.

Thursday 23. Our passes do not come and I am growing very impatient as I am idle and do not feel like engaging in anything. Emma Brace left for home by the noon train. A nice unaffected girl. I hope when she marries it will be to someone worthy of her. I had a disagreeable job cleaning out the gutters of the house under the hill. My letter to the Tribune was returned this evening saying they had before the receipt of mine accepted a letter on this same topic. I saw it but it seemed no reason for not using mine.

Friday 24. My father Maurice and I attended Gus Trempers funeral at his home in Sleightburg. He was buried in Mont-repose. His poor old mother, Aunt Nellie was there. He is the second son she has lost within a year. His brother Ed a drinking man and the "black sheep" excited my pity. At such times how we all think of our errors and our shortcomings. His wife regretted to Julia Dillon yesterday that she had sometimes been impatient and she seemed almost unable to bear his death and sobbed and moaned piteously. Too late for regrets. The awful indifference with which all we despair falls upon the dulled ear and the unresponsive heart. Today I rewrote my will and now must have it notarized. How reluctant we are to do these things.

Saturday 25. I finished the little picture of the house for Lucy today putting in the figures Girards wife and the baby in his carriage Jimmy sitting on the porch, Charlie in the road with Park, my father sitting in a chair, my mother near the vase and Sade leaning against a tree. It is not a very successful picture but it was painted under difficulties. Our passes came today with the exception of those from here to Buffalo. We have made arrangements with Girard to get me sleeping berths for Tuesday night 28. I do not hear from Calvert and have my misgivings about leaving. Went over to the cemetery this afternoon. The flowers do not grow for some reason and our lot looks shabby and out of order. Now that the day is fixed for my going away I cannot help a melancholy feeling. If I had some