I went down to Rondout this morning and ordered a suit of clothes from Mr. Welch for thirty dollars. I also made a drawing for some little axes I want to send to our guides of the Maine woods for Christmas presents and ordered four at Mr. Crosbys. He is to have them nicely made for me. I also went to Mr. Crosbys Gentlemans furnishings store and ordered two sets of under clothes. This afternoon I raised the gonfalon on the staff but the wind blew pretty hard from the N.W. and I left it up only a short time. I received a letter from Launt Thompson dated Florence Nov. 5. Lang had sent him a Home Journal with a notice of Gertrudes death and he wrote me that but for the particularity of the details he could not have believed it. The letter was short but very expressive of his sorrow and sympathy. I felt that I would like to write to him and I have answered it at once. It is the first letter I have received from him since he went away. Bd. Forsyth sent me some lines she had written on Gertrude, very nicely written indeed and very expressive of her sorrow. It was very kind of her and I appreciated it fully. This evening I have been looking over our writing desk and cleaning it out. There were so many little reminders of Gertrude there in the shape of scraps from newspapers and various memoranda and little treasures that she had laid aside that I took the greatest satisfaction in looking them all over and reverently putting them away again just as I found them. It has been a solemn day of storms along the mountains, dark blue distances and sober landscapes, not sad but restful and serene.