Sunday, Feb 16, 1873- Rained and I staid at home and made a sketch of "The Wings of the Morning" which I have been thinking of for years. It was not very successful. In the evening went over to Vaux's to meet Mr. & Mrs. Monell, Mr. & Mrs. [?] and the Olmsteads. It had snowed nearly all day and turned to rain so that the streets were in a horrible condition.