It has been a rainy day. I went over to my studio and tried to paint on a picture of dear Gertrude which I began in N.Y. but to no purpose and I came over home with a feeling of great discouragement. I found a letter from Lily French which caused me still more unhappiness. Mr. & Mrs. Sawyer came this evening by the Powell. A letter from Gifford saying he and his wife will go to Maine with our party.