Julia got left and came up by the Hudson River road. She and John & Nannie came over and spent the evening. Sara and I took a sleigh ride after dinner out on the Flat bush road and returned by Charlie Livingstons, the road much drifted past his place. Have been reading Gertrudes early letters, just before we were married and mine to her in connection with them. All the happiness we anticipated in each others love we lived to fully realize and after reading these letters which take me back to those happy and hopeful days, I miss her more and more. Why did we never read these letters together. I can fancy now how sweet it would have been to have done so and how fondly and tenderly Gertrude would have gone over her early love for me and mine for her. I shed many tears here alone in our room thinking of her and longing for her and can hardly make it seem possible that she is not to return to me. Sara and I talked of her nearly all the time on our ride. I miss her most it seems to me in the morning when I awake for then we used to talk to each other whether the day began in hopefulness or in anxiety.