Wednesday, July 23, 1873- I made a sketch, a recollection of the tone of yesterday's landscape, this morning, after boxing up some jelly for Gussie for Dwight to take home with him. It has been a very hot day. Received a letter from Gertrude which might have reached me yesterday, but went to Hudson by mistake. She is better than she has been but is not well and I am a little anxious about her. Julia Dillon has just received a letter from Jeanett announcing that Andrew Warren died a week after his arrival home. Poor fellow. His ill success as an artist and his fondness for a wandering life may have been largely due to his poor health. One [critices?] often without knowing by what irrisistable impulses people are driven. Wrote to Gertrude.