Wednesday, Feb 11, 1880 I slept well last night but awoke with the same depressed feeling. A letter from Sara. She had been to see Jamie at school and he was ill and very lonely and unhappy. Poor little fellow. She also wrote of the death of Mary Ellis' husband which they saw in the paper. We have heard nothing of it. At the Nathan sale last evening some of the pictures (foreign) brought high prices. A very nice little picture of mine, the River, painted several years ago for Mr. Waters for $300 brought $110 and that is the sort of encouragement American Artists are getting. Mary and Julia went to see Cornelia at the hospital having had a note from her. They supposed she went to her sister Marys a week ago. They found she had not heard a word from Mary and know nothing of her husbands death, and she had been writing there in utter ignorance all this time and in an agony of apprehension that something dreadful had occurred. Marys husband was killed by being thrown from a wagon on the night of Monday 2nd. They were on their way to attend the silver wedding of a friend and were to have come to N.Y. next day after Cornelia. I found when I went home to dinner that Mary and Julia had gone out to see Mary at Montclair. She had written to Mary Vaux to break it as best she could to Cornelia but she never received the letter. I went with the boys to 60th St. to see them ride their bicycles. Wrote to Sade this morning that I would come home Saturday by Wallkill road.