Have been painting a small winter a recollection of what I saw on my trip to Pokeepsie. The river full of floating ice and the opposite shore in a soft blue grey atmosphere. The meeting at the Academy on Wednesday was of no practical importance except as it showed Perry that he was fast losing his influence by his everlasting meddling. He did not even mention his scheme which I understood he had ready to press upon the meeting. There were too many hostile faces there to give him much encouragement. Eastman Johnson set him down most effectively when he proposed that a collection of the drawings of the students should be sent to the Centennial because the Cooper Institute was going to do so. The utter contempt with which Johnson met this proposition completely extinguished him. Lambdin and I dined at Johnsons that day and went from there to the Academy. Yesterday Julia Vaux called bringing Mrs. Lawrence and her daughter. She seemed a very sprightly interesting woman and I was glad to make her acquaintance. I took her up and introduced her to Mr. Casilear who was an early friend of her father. While they were here Edith Cook called with Sophie Walker, Miss Pychouska and a Miss Shepard. Gifford dined with me and we went to the Eagle Theatre together to see a vanity entertainment, a burlesque on "Led Astray" for one thing in which a large man dressed as a woman was very amusing. From there we went to the club for a little while. Today the funeral procession of two of the firemen who were killed at the fire on Broadway on Tuesday night passed through Tenth St. The street was crowded with spectators.