Last evening we went to the Union League Theatre to see the play "Roriter Doriter" by Bowyer & Downing and their friends. We took Alice Sawyer with us. The play was dull to me although acted with a good deal of spirit. A farce they acted afterwards pleased me more. Coming home we accidentally met Eastman Johnson and his wife going into Willards. We went with them and had some ice cream after which they came home with us and staid until nearly 1 o'clock. It has rained all day and I have remained at home painting, putting the last touches on my Academy picture. In the evening went to the Club for an hour or two. Dr. Otis told me that Hayes died about 9 o'clock, and that today they were to have a post mortem examination to find out what was the matter with him. Poor fellow! how he has suffered with the greatest bravery to the last.