Painted until 3 o'clock mostly on the picture which I think I shall call "The First Step" mainly putting in a picture and a bill pull and repainting for the 4th time the vase on the cabinet which I think was too large and prominent and which I made smaller and less conspicuous in color. About 3 o'clock I walked up to Jacobs Valley to see what prospect there was for my getting little fish for bait. I found the stream open notwithstanding all the cold weather we have had but I saw no fish. Still I think I can get them there. I saw some beautiful winter effects. It was a mild afternoon with summery clouds. It had rained in the forenoon a little. I went up through the cemetery. No one had been over the path since the snow. Most people will go a good way around before they will break a path. In the cemetery I saw a newly dug grave and a [?] box standing beside it. It is probably Col. Tappans grave. It dont much matter whether one dies in summer or winter. The snow or the sod will as effectively hide us from mortal eyes. He was a younger man than I and I pass lightly by his newly opened grave planning a days pleasure. I read many names on the tombstones of people I used to know among them poor Mr. Clark, a good honest sympathetic man who loved to help others, yet his children suffer the ills of poverty and his only son died in the poor house. I have seen the seed of the righteous begging bread. Uncle Philip came today. I think his nose grows bigger and bigger. All the family went out for a sleigh ride. Wrote to Mrs. Winter.