Attended the wedding of George Bakers eldest daughter at Trinity Chapel this morning. It was a bright beautiful morning. Eastman came in to see me and in the afternoon he and I walked up to Reichards new Art Gallery in 5th Avenue and had a little talk with him about American pictures and gave some reasons why we thought it worth while for some one to deal in the best American Art. He seems a prudent pleasant man but I do not think would be able to do much. We are more and more impressed with the fact that we shall ultimately have to get some dealers to interest themselves in our work or we shall sink out of sight. Mary went to Rondout today to spend a week. After dining alone I went up to Eastmans and spent the evening. They are going to the Centennial tomorrow. I fear I shall not be able to go again but do not mean to grieve about it. I regret that Gertrude could not see it more in detail as she is so much interested in all that is to be seen there. Did not write to her this evening as I shall go home on Saturday. Had a bright cheerful letter from her today, which made me happier.