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to send three pictures to the Chicago exhibition. Wrote a note to Mrs. Custer today asking her if it would be convenient for me to call on her tomorrow evening to make a parting call. Quartley died yesterday. He has left two daughters as I understand with no protection. He seems to have had a series of disasters which has culminated in his death. He and I were not friends, since I served on the hanging committee at the Academy. I thought and still think he was selfish and unreasonable, but that was probably the fault of his early training or rather lack of training. I certainly have great pity with his sorrows and misfortunes.

Friday May 21" 1886. Jaehne the condemned ex alderman went to the state prison at Sing=Sing this morning for nine years and ten months. There is no doubt he richly deserved his sentence although some respectable people prefer to think he did not have a fair trial. We had a meeting of our artists mutual aid society in Woods studio this afternoon and elected Gilbert Gaul a member which completes our number of twenty five. We decided to go to [[strikethrough]] Long [[/strikethrough]] Sandy Hook next Friday for a little excursion and hope to inaugurate some simple social gatherings of the members at least once a year. The utmost loyalty and good feeling prevailed. I wrote Mrs. Custer that I would like to call and bid her good bye this evening but she had an engagement of several days standing and said she would remain at home from four to six hoping I would find time to come in, but I wrote her I had a meeting to attend to which I feared would prevent. She is going to California on the 26" to be gone a few weeks and then comes back to work in the city as she expressed it while it is deserted. Spent the evening at home and went around to the club later but did not see any one, except Mr. Lawrence with whom I talked a while. 

Saturday 22. Attended Quartleys funeral at the Academy at 11. The rooms were filled with artists and friends. Mr. Donald read the Episcopal service. I looked upon the thin, dead face of the man who had suffered so much and thought how idle and vain were all our prejudices against each other. Certainly I retained none of them but felt only pity for his sorrows and troubles, all ended now, and sympathy for his orphaned daughters left to struggle alone. It was only ten days ago that we were gathered here in these same rooms to vote for him for Academician. I confess I did not vote for him, because I was prejudiced against him, but I would have had I known any thing of his serious illness and trouble. I left after the service and while I was waiting on the corner for a car Laurent Thompson came up. His face looked wretchedly and he did not seem to care to linger. He said his statue of Burnside was about done and he had made the plaster mould. That when he got through with it he was going over on the "other side" to stay as I understood him. I wondered if he expected to go to his family. I understand his wife will not live with him. I told him I was going home for the summer. He said he had not been in the country for a year. Poor fellow. He used to have so many friends and now none of them ask him to their homes. Marion came to my studio and a little after 12 we went down to the City of Kingston which left at 1. We had a delightful sail up the river and reached Rondout at 7. So ended my New York life for the Winter. I came home full of anxieties, not knowing how I am to get through the summer but hope some way will be provided. It is charming here on the hill and seems more like June than May. Janette and Mary are here and now with Marion it is quite like old times.  

Transcription Notes:
Henry N. Jaehne - convicted alderman