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think a great deal more sadly of poor Maurice. I never can think of him, his wasted life and premature death but with the saddest feeling. It seems to me now that were he living I could be so much more help to him.

Tuesday [[strikethrough]]Nov[[/strikethrough]] Dec. 4th 1883. Finished packing my box of sketches and sent it down to the Cornell store house to go by boat today. It costs only 25 cents to send it by boat whereas by express the last time they wanted me to pay I think three dollars. I called down to see Aunt Ann and learned about her family history. She is a granddaughter of Dominic Schuneman of Catskill and a cousin of my mother and married her cousin, my mothers brother Matthew. She lent me a very interesting newspaper cutting with extracts from an article on "Old Catskill" in I think the May No of Harpers Magazine for 1880. Sara and I went down to Nannies in the evening. John was in N.Y. Cold again last night but today has been a perfect Roman winter day. I cant help feeling a little sad as I make my preparations for going to N.Y. Although I come home every week still I enter upon a new life and I abandon for a time the quiet and genial life I lead here in this home I love so dearly and in all whose duties I feel so great an interest and pleasure. I wonder if I shall miss my mother more when I am alone in town in my room. I sometimes fear I shall but I shall try henceforth as I have tried to combat any mourning or sorrow for her, for all my thoughts of her are filled with the tranquil face that to me was the very embodiment of rest and peace.

Wednesday [[strikethrough]]Nov.[[/strikethrough]] Dec. 5th First thing after breakfast, moved the sitting room Franklin out into the room and cleaned the soot out of the fire place to save the chimney from taking fire. Left for New York to begin the winter, by noon train N.S. road. As soon as I arrived there began moving the things out of my bed room preparatory to having it cleaned The first incident was a row with one of Dodds Express drivers. The agent in the cars gave me an agreement that my trunks should be carried to my room on the second floor, before I would give him my checks. The driver refused to bring my trunk up and I would not receipt for it. I was furious and called him a robber and a lazy scoundrel and told him my trunk should be delivered at my room and I would compel the company to do it, but he took it away with my great inconvenience. Just after this rumpus and while I was in my shirt sleeves and in the midst of my work a committee of the Springfield Art, something-or-other called and wanted to know if I were going to send

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