Went home Saturday by 11 oclock train. Had a delightful visit. Home seems even pleasanter in winter than in summer. The Literary Club met at our house Saturday evening and I read my essay on Michael Angelo. Judge Westbrook presided and although it was a somewhat stormy evening we had the largest meeting that has been held so far. I was frightened for the first two or three pages of my reading but got over it and read easily. At the close I was complimented more than I deserved by an audience only too ready to give me more credit than I was justly entitled to. Staid over Sunday on account of my cold but enjoyed being at home very much. We sat in the big room. Had the new stove in one room and one stove in the hall so that the house was pleasantly warmed all over. There were fine storm effects and splendid distances from the windows and it was sweet to be at home. Left this morning. The river full of ice and navigation fitfully kept up to Rondout. Been out all afternoon getting Christmas presents. The Danger Signal went Saturday to Robt. DeForest and yesterday he sent me a check for it $550 including frame - less than half its worth - but no matter. Had a note from Edwd. Brown who called to see me while I was out today inquiring my price for my picture at the Union League - presumably the October Snow. Sent him a note this evening to ask what picture he refers to.