The Tribune began a Sunday issue today and it was a very interesting number. The rain has cleared off but it is still very mild. Mary and I went to hear Dr. Tiffany. He preached an interesting sermon on the preparation for a future life. He gave expression to an idea which I have entertained and which I mentioned to Mrs. Taylor the other evening that it might be a reason why we were not permitted to know any thing about the future life, that the immortal state would be beyond our comprehension, we could not understand it and it would seem strange and perhaps unsatisfying to our mortal ideas. A very interesting lady sat just ahead of us and I confess divided my interest. She was not perhaps so pretty but she was large and noble looking and most beautiful golden hair and hazel eyes. After church Mary and I walked up to 44th St. to see Miss Noxon and this lady was just ahead of us and went still further. She interested me greatly and I would give something to know who she is. Miss Noxon was not in. Wrote to Sara. Dined with Miss Noxon and Miss Gage and spent the evening with Booth. Found there Gifford and his wife, Weir, Mr. Hutton, Mr. B[?] and Marion Booth. She wanted me to intercede with her Uncle to take her to Boston to play his engagement with him. Said she thought I had great influence with him. Booth tells me the poor girl is not happy at home and is taking care of herself. I felt sorry for her and told her I should certainly recommend him to take her. She is very pretty but seemed a little awkward and not entirely at ease. I asked Edwina to bring some of her music to my studio to play for me and to bring her cousin with her who also plays and sings.