Friday, Jan. 17, 1873 A day or two ago I received by express a charming book "Gems of Art" from Mr. M. I. Whipple of Boston. About three years ago he bought a little picture of me for which he paid $200 at such times as was convenient. He had paid $150 and had never taken it away although I had repeatedly urged him to do so. A few days ago he asked me to send it to him saying he would pay the balance in a few days. On looking at it I concluded he had paid me enough for it and I sent it and told him so and to consider it settled. This gift was his graceful acknowledgement. I walked up to see Eastman Johnson today and while there he told me that a Mr. Hurlbert would call on me and that he had advised him to buy a picture. When I got home after doing several errands strangely enough I met him at my door. He delivered Johnson's card and I showed him all my pictures. He seemed very friendly and at last did what they all do went away promising to call again after telling me he had bought pictures of Gifford, Johnson, Hayes, Hart and others. Couldn't decide among all my pictures without considering. These things every day occurring show me how I fail to address in my pictures the great mass of picture buyers. I can't get used to it and feel every time the wound afresh. Gertrude and I went to hear one of the most original and characteristic entertainments this evening that I have ever listened to, the "Jubilee Singers" from the Fiske University in their thoroughly characteristic negro hymns and songs. Steinway Hall was filled with a sympathetic audience. I received a long and confidential letter from Bayard Taylor.