Sunday, Nov 2, 1873- The nineteenth anniversary of our wedding Gertrude gave me a little silver sugar bowl in remembrance of it. I wrote a long letter to Eastman Johnson and in the afternoon took a walk. It was a bright beautiful day and I went down to Steep Rocks, up to the Roa-tina which I found a great lake completely covering the road, and came home across the fields. Afterwards I walked with Gertrude out beyond the cemetery and in the evening we went to the Methodist church with my father to hear a sermon on temperance by Mr. Dean. It was forcible and earnest, but not at all new. He urged a legal prohibition the wisdom of which I am not sure.