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of people have called. General Smith who was at the wedding of my mother and father walked down from Kingston. Elsie and Bridget two of my mothers old servants came to look upon her, Anna Ludlum and John McEntee and Esther Livingston. I sent off all the letters today announcing the funeral for Tuesday at 2 o clock. A telegram came from Bangor saying they could not find Mrs. Tomkins on the St. John train. She must have been there I think. 

Monday Nov 5" 1883. A charming Indian summer day. I painted again on the sketch of my mother from her sweet dead face and have at last got some little hint of that serene expression from which I think I can work. I went down town and saw about sending the casket up tomorrow. Met Fred Norton and brought him up to the house where I met Annie going on my way down. I took him in to see my mother. Poor Mrs. Saloff who has worked here a great deal and to whom in her struggling days of poverty my dear mother was most kind. She was entirely overcome and said "She was such a hardworking woman" Mrs. Stringham came again and assisted us in caring for the dear remains which happily do not materially change as we await Gussies arrival and from whom we do not hear. Mr. & Mrs. Crane called, Mrs John Smith, Mrs Lamont Smith, Mrs. Phillips, Mrs. E. Tomkins also with the most beautiful autumn leaves I ever saw and a quantity of pansies sent by her husband who gave them to her to bring with tears in his friendly eyes. I slept on the sofa again in the sitting room.

Thursday Nov 6" 1883.
The day dawned most pleasantly although about noon the clouds gathered threatening showers but were soon dispelled. It being election day may father and I drove down and voted. Then we went to the ferry and waited for the boat from the dawn train which fortunately bought Gussie and Joe. Downing had gone over the river to meet them and they all rode up to the house while I went to see Dr Magee. When I got home my dear mother was in her coffin. Through all this long waiting there was no change. It seemed almost as though she patiently awaited the coming of her children. We carried her out with into the hall and I placed upon her coffin the beautiful vines and autumn leaves Ned Tomkins sent. The effect was most satisfactory. Dear Mother, what a picture she was as she lay there. I must again and 

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