I dreamed of dear Gertrude last night, very vividly. She seemed to be very weak and ill. I asked her if she knew me and she said very sadly but very emphatically "O yes" as though she wondered that there could be any doubt in my mind. I have thought of her a great deal and have shed more tears than I have in a long time before. I wrote to Sara this afternoon. Mr. Tyler called this morning and I gave him a letter to Parke Godwin. Mr. Deforest called and invited me to dine with them tomorrow to meet the Church's. Calvert and I went to the Academy to see Sherwoods pictures. Few that I could care to have.