Went up home Saturday and returned today. Found poor Uncle Abraham there. He has partially lost his mind and is about stone deaf and we were all afraid he had come away from home without their knowledge. It was most painful to see him. Maurice was just getting over one of his bouts and altogether the atmosphere at home was full of sadness and anxiety. However they all bore it pretty cheerfully. Wrote some letters applying for pictures for the Centennial a job I have dreaded. Am a little curious to see what replies I will get. Went to the Council meeting this evening. Decided upon the sale of the pictures contributed to the Academy. The exhibition to open Dec. 15 and the sale to occur Tuesday Dec. 21. Happened to think last night of what Mr. Sawyer said of grandmother Fisher. "She spends all day filling her nose with snuff and all night blowing it out."