Went to the Century early last night with Calvert. We were the first ones there and had a look at the pictures before any one came. My picture looked well. Colman took the pains to tell me he liked it very much and thought it one of my finest pictures. Several spoke to me about it and I think it was liked. But the evening was very sad to me. I felt strange and full of sorrowful thoughts. Weir and I sat together until after midnight when I came to my rooms despondent and unhappy. I thought of Gertrude and Taylor whose poor dead body was approaching our shores so in contrast to his departure less than a year ago. This morning Calvert and I after breakfast went up to the Park to see the skaters and I came home after a little overwhelmed with a sense of loneliness and sorrow. I wrote to Mrs. Sawyer and to Sade just as I felt and I am afraid she will feel sad enough when she gets my letter. A bitter grief has weighed me down all day until I went up to Booths to dinner when I felt better. Mrs. B., Edwina, Booth and I dined alone and I succeeded in getting away from myself. I staid to tea. Mr. McVicker came in and after tea I went to see Mrs. Platt. She was very tender and kind as she always is and I talked with her of Gertrude more easily than I feared I could. Mr. Goodwin was there. I feel better this evening but it was been in many respects a trying day to me. Have written to Carrell, Potter & Galpin who are to send me the Magazine of Art free, to J. C. Bates about his frame etc., and so this day is ended.