I had another charming walk this morning out to the Roatina and home by the Steep Rocks road. The air was brilliant and flashing with sunlight. Away down the river through the illuminated haze great columns of steam rose straight up in the air from the engines at the ice houses and the train as it passed by left a long line of steam almost motionless behind it. I felt that I would like to remain out of doors all day. In the evening we called down at Ned Tomkins & Mr. Abbeys. Began a little picture of the baby with a cap on his head just walking away from a chair from my original sketch of him. Col. J. Rudolph Tappen died this morning after years of suffering. He was a brave man and served with distinction through the war.