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[[clipping]] ALBERT F. BELLOWS.

Albert F. Bellows, the news of the whose death at Auburndale, Mass., was received in the city yesterday, was one of the best known of American artists. He was born in Milford, Mass., in 1830, and he began the study of art in Boston. Afterward he studied under well-known masters in Paris and Antwerp. For many years he had a studio in this city. Of late he has painted more in watercolor than in oil, and for some time he has given much attention to etching. He was one of the early members of the American Society of Painters in Water Colors. In 1859 he was elected an associate of the National Academy, and two years later he was made an Academician. His works, chiefly through their reproduction by engraving, are well and favorably known in Europe. In 1868 he was elected an honorary member of the Royal Belgian Society of Water Colorists. he was also a member of the Painter Etchers’ Society of England, and of the American Etchers’ Society. Mr. Bellows died, after a lingering illness, from cancer. He leaves an invalid wife and an only son, Dr. H. P. Bellows, of Auburndale, Mass. [[/clipping]]

and has rained steadily all day. I worked a little while in my studio. Drove up after Sara who came by the N. S. road in the 11.20 train. A letter came from Lucy to her today full of sadness and sorrow over her dear mothers death. She seems hardly able to reconcile herself to the thought that she will not see her again.

Tuesday March 27th 1883. My father and I went to N.Y. by the N.S. noon train. He staid at Calverts when I dined and after dinner he and I called on Aunt Christina. I attended a trustees meeting at the Century at which the alterations in the gallery were discussed. It seems that a certain clique in the club assumes that this work was done without proper authority. In the course of the evening Marbury showed much proper indignation and gave Judge Spier some hard hits. The Judge is more than suspected of being in sympathy with the Newton [[de'ment?]]

Wednesday 28th. Took my father across the Brooklyn bridge and up to 23rd St by 6. Ave elevated road to see about some new invention for improvement of hearing, which however did not help him. Then I took him to Marys in time for lunch and next over to see the Art Union Rooms which looked very well I thought. Got some lunch and met Nicole. Called on Beard and then went after my father and we came home by the 3.50 train N.S. It was pretty cold when we arrived at Kingston with the wind from the North. Calvert was to have to come up to spend Thanksgiving but was prevented at the last moment.

Thursday 29. Thanksgiving day. I worked all day in my studio upon the little portrait of my mother which I want to sen her [[note]] Lucy [[/note]] for Christmas and also one painted from the one I painted after her death. Calvert came up and arrived here while we were at dinner. Girard and his wife and Jamie, Gussie, Mary, Sara, my father, Calvert and I made up our family dinner party. I could hardly keep back the tears as I thought of the three prominent members of our family who once used to gather here with us but would never come again, Dear Gertrude, Maurice and my mother. Still we tried to keep from sad thoughts and in the main our dinner was a cheerful one. Sara, my father, Girard & (Maurice) went to

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