This morning we sent my little Franklin which I bought of Lament down to Cousin Johns machine shop to be put in order and I went down to do some errands. I met Mr. Curly in his store and he spoke so tenderly and sympathetically of Gertrude and of the loss she was to this whole community. He admired and respected her very much. He said he never met a woman who so readily adapted herself to any position she was called to. I was glad he talked so freely and frankly to me. I arranged a little trellis in the hall for the morning glory I transplanted just before the frost and which is growing nicely. This afternoon I went over to the cemetery to see about the digging & the lot. The man was digging a grave and he told me it was for a child of a poor man who has recently buried his wife and three children. Patrick Barry has today dug the hole for the flag staff. I wrote a long letter to Alice. I had a beautiful letter from Stedman in which my worst fears for Taylor are confirmed. Reid had a letter from Smalley in which he says Taylor has dropsey arising from organic disease of the liver and kidneys and that he was tapped and four gallons of water taken from him, which operation will have to be repeated and which only postpones the inevitable result. I am afraid I will never see Taylor again.