Sara and I went over to the cemetery and cut the grass on Gertrudes grave. The man was digging John Wolfers grave. It is only a little over a year since his wife was buried there after her shocking death. They have brought John back to his house which they had left and I understand Mrs. Pratt is to stay there and keep home with the children. His funeral took place at 2 o'clock. There was a violent thunder shower just before the time and the weather was very hot and close. They had the house all darkened and made as dismal as possible. Mr. Taylor read the Episcopal Service. There was no funeral sermon. I did not go to the grave. I could not help the feeling that there were few regrets for this poor unfortunate man. Wrote to Lucy and finished my letter to Weir which I sent to New Haven.