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Smith. He would not tolerate melancholy and recommended not looking too far into the future. With all his wit and humor he was predisposed to melancholy and anxiety. Coal gas was escaping from the club furnace and I felt my head getting heavy. 

Thursday 13. Apl. 1882 Have advanced my picture and feel assured of it now. Mr. Clark came in. He seems disposed to be friendly to me. Evidently had an idea I was cold and reserved. Said he had told Church he seemed to know all the artists better than he did me. I told him I was anxious to sell my pictures. That I was reserved and shy but did not mean to be unfriendly. He said Church spoke in warm terms of me and he thought no one stood better as an artist than I do. He spoke of several people whom he could influence and would take great pleasure in recommending my pictures because he thought so highly of them. He came here the other day with Mr. Brooklyn and said he would have bought some thing of me but I was not in. I dont know where I could have been for I am in my room all day usually. Called on the Laurences this evening but they were out. I was invited to their wedding. Called at the Butlers and spent the rest of the evening at Marys. 

Friday 14. Painted all day. James Gifford called in the afternoon.

Saturday 15. My picture is nearly done and looks well to me. Robbins called and we had a talk about establishing a rotary exhibition. Bowyer and I went home by 4 o clock train. Downing and Edwina were there having come Tuesday. My father was sick with a cold and my mother filled with anxieties. In my discouraged and depressed condition I had all I could do to assume the least cheerfulness but I did and tried to encourage my mother

Sunday 16. A beautiful day. Julia, Downing, Edwina and I went over to the cemetery and I planted against the head stone at dear Gertrudes grave the sweet brier I got last Sunday at Steep Rocks, silently dedicated it with sweet and loving remembrances of her I loved so dearly, sleeping below. It almost always makes me very sad to go there. In the afternoon Downing, Edwina, Julia and I took a ride out on the Greenville road looking for Arbutus and across to Lucas Turnpike. We found only a few flowers. It is too early. There were clouds of dust and it was not pleasant riding. All are exercised about Joe's sudden determination to send Laura to England with Julia and the Booths. My father looking very weak at breakfast but better later in the day. He seems so feeble that I cannot help alarm when he is ailing. Called