This has been one of the loveliest of days, calm, bright and serene. Sara and I went to the Episcopal church. I do not think I am much in sympathy with the Episcopal service. I like more spontaneity in worship and a simpler [?]. Mr. Taylor is a good, kind, genial man but not much of a preacher. After church Sara and I walked over to the cemetery, but I cannot think of Gertrude there. She is every where in my daily life but not there. Joe Tribly and his wife and baby and his little daughter Ella came over and spent an hour or two. It was the twentieth anniversary of their marriage. They are a very happy and affectionate family and Joe said so vainly "I think my wife is handsomer than she was twenty years ago." I have written long letters to Dr. Pelton and Emily Johnson, Calverts sister, to Mrs. Pychouska and Bd. Forsyth. Maurice had the gonfalon up today and it looked very prettily from below the hill and from the direction of the cemetery.