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at the old Mancini house and evidently wants the satisfaction of a visit at his home from me particularly as he failed to have a visit from my father and mother. It is rather a curious case and I am anxious to recognize and respect his feeling of gratitude to my father. I lunched with him and he came up to the boat with me on my return. It was not a hot day in town except when one exercised. On the boat going down it was a little too cool if anything but the boat is far the pleasanter way of travelling in hot weather. I found a letter from Mr. Seager of Dry Brook saying he would take me for August.

Sunday July 22" 1888. I had a letter from Lucy. She is beginning to think of her visit home in Sept. to bring Sedgwick on to Mr. Morses School. Has been ill and had quantities of company and more coming. I have written to her today, to Mr. Morse asking him when he wants Sedgwick to be in N.Y. and Mr. Seager telling him I would come to his place by the morning train on Aug. 1. 

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Tribune  1888 July 12
MRS. JOHN TAYLOR JOHNSTON.
Mrs. John Taylor Johnston, the wife of the well-known president of the Metropolitan Museum of Art and the former president of Central Railroad of New-Jersey, died suddenly on Friday at Bar Harbor from heart disease. Mrs. Johnston, who had been in failing health for some time, left her city home at No. 8 Fifth-ave. last week, in company with her daughter, Mrs. De Forrest, in the hope that a few weeks at the seaside might do her some good. Mrs.Johnston, whose maiden name was Miss Colles, was the daughter of James Colles, of this city. She was married to Mr. Johnston in 1850. 

COURTLANDT PALMER. 
Tribune July 24
Courtlandt Palmer, president of the Nineteenth Century Club, died at Lake Dunmore, Vt., yesterday afternoon. The announcement of his death will be a surprise not only to the general public, but to Mr. Palmer's friends outside of the closely related circle who were with him at the last. He was ill only a few days. His wife and family apprehended that his case was serious, and sent for Dr. Abbe, their physician. No more word reached New-York until yesterday forenoon, when Charles P. Palmer received a hasty summons to Lake Dunmore. This was followed a little later by the news of Courtlandt Palmer's death.

Mr. Palmer was a man of wealth and in his disposition of the money he spent was careful and in some respects peculiar. He was chiefly instrumental in founding the Nineteenth Century Club, and in spite of his recent jars with some prominent members, the roll even now bears the name of many well-known men who were Mr. Palmer's friends as well as his followers. Mr. Palmer was a Free-Thinker, and the club was his ideal of a means of promotion of free thought in the most liberal sense of the word. It was his ambition to see this, his favorite enterprise, at home in a great dwelling of its own, which should be something unique among New-York club-houses. It was organized with Mr. Palmer as president; Parke Godwin, Mrs. John Sherwood, Mrs. Vincenzo Botta, the Rev. Dr. J. H. Rylance, Mrs. Colden Murray, Mrs. Burton N. Harrison, Dwight H. Olmstead and Mrs. Palmer as vice-presidents; Francis B. Thurber as treasurer, and G. W. Wickersham as secretary. Mr Palmer opened the first formal meeting on January 9, 1883, and affirmed that the club was based on the American idea of "fair play in the field of thought"

Mr. Palmer was a positivist, being a follower of Auguste Comte. His radical political convictions are well known. He had some acquaintances among the Socialists here, and he indorsed the Progressive Labor party in its last campaign. He appeared at several of its meetings, and it was said many times, though contradicted by him, that it was his intention to found a daily Socialist paper here. His position of sympathy toward the Chicago Anarchists is also well known. The Palmer estate, of which he was the manager, includes the Morton House, the Union Square Theatre, the Star Theatre and other highly valuable property uptown. The body will be brought to this city to-day and the funeral will be at his home, No. 117 East Twenty-first-st.

Mr. Palmer was born in this city March 25, 1843. His father was a native of Stonington, Conn., and was the descendant of a family that settled in this country early in the seventeenth century. He went to school at Mt. Washington Institute, and afterward entered Columbia College, but he was obliged to give up his course there in his junior year on account of bad health. Later on he entered Williams College, but returned to Columbia and finished his law course there. 
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Wednesday July 25. I went to N.Y. by the noon train on Monday to attend a dinner given by Mr. Southmayd to the G.B. Club at the Manhattan Beach Hotel. It was a pretty bad day. I went to my room and bathed and then went down to the Coney Island boat where I met Mr. Southmayd, Mr. Beman, Mr. Anderson and Judge Speir. In a later train came Collins, Eastman Johnson, G. DeF. Lord, McDonough, Marbury, Mr. Buter, Mr. S. Evarts. We went via Bay Ridge. We had a very elaborate dinner and got back to town about 11 oclock. Tuesday I was invited to dine with Collins and Johnson was also. I did not know what to do with myself all day as it was hot so after breakfast at the St. Denis where I met Mr. Hawley I went back to Coney Island by one of the iron steam boats and spent the most of the day on the iron pier where it was cool and comfortable. I went up into the town to see the sights which were very entertaining but I found it so hot I did not remain. Came back to the city by the 430 boat and just got to Collins in time. We had a pleasant dinner and I came to my room about 10. A good breeze was blowing from the N.W. and it was quite comfortable. Eastman wanted me to go and stay with him but as my satchel was at my room and I meant to come home by the day boat I declined. I came up on the Albany very comfortably. It was pretty but when I got home I found Tom mending the fence which the apple thieves tear to pieces every day. I dread the apple season and more particularly as I am troubled and do not feel able to bear the annoyance, I have all I can do to fight against depression. 
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