A letter from Lucy much troubled at my unhappiness and blaming herself for much of it. Very tender and affectionate and sisterly. I wrote to her immediately and begged her not to harbor any such thoughts, that my misery was my own and that I alone am responsible. We had an excitement in the building today. A man painting the ceiling in La Farges room dropped his pot of paint on the stove causing a great smoke which in a few minutes brought three or four fire engines, as many hook and ladder companies and hose carriages and a great crowd of people in the street in front of the building. No great damage however was done. Mr. Lane, Mrs. Cogswells brother sent his Turner water color to me. There are some things about it which look like Turners work and I should not be surprised if he did paint it. Mr. Clark the Presbyterian Minister from Rondout called in the midst of the excitement of the fire and while he was here Booth and his wife came. I painted on the Macbeth and I think improved it. Two young ladies and a young man from Brooklyn called. One of the young ladies was very bright and talked very well about a snow storm picture of mine. It was cold this morning and has rained this evening with predictions of a cold wave to arrive tonight. Came back to my room directly after dinner, first having called on Loop and got the little portrait of Gertrude which he has finished. It is very pretty and satisfactory to me. This evening wrote to E. Sh[?], Walter North, Janette and Alice.