Mr. Hoe came in yesterday morning just as I had finished my breakfast. He was in very good spirits and sat and talked with me a long time. Talked in a very complimentary way of my pictures and made some confidential revelations about some of the management of the fund which The French Artists contributed to the sufferers of the Chicago fire. He has concluded to keep the picture he wanted to exchange with me and told me to send it home which I did today. He wants my other picture and I only wish he would make up his mind to take it. He will wait until some one else buys it and then regret it. Gifford dined with me and I attended the Trustees meeting at the Century my first meeting since my election. Wrote to Gertrude. Today I have commenced a little picture of children on a hill supposed to be looking at a carriage or something of that sort passing. Eastman came in and spent the evening and I walked up as far as 34th St. The pavement is so slippery that it is difficult to keep ones feet, and as we passed a corner grocery we saw them putting a poor drunken man out, a respectably clothed person so intoxicated as to be about helpless. When I returned I saw him prostrate on the sidewalk and a police man and another person trying to get him into a doorway. What could be more sad. It made a strong impression upon me, showing so vividly the horrors of Intemperance. A respectably dressed woman called at my studio today with a little boy to beg for money. She was an American but I made her give me a reference and tomorrow I shall have to go clear to 21st St. to inquire about her. I am suspicious that all is not right. Had a letter from Gertrude and sent her some costume books for the Oratorio. On my way down to the express office I bought my mother material for a dressing gown and had it sent to her by mail.