Sunday, Mar 7, 1880 Mary and I went to hear Adler in Chickering Hall. No prayer, no scripture, only his address and singing of a pastoral of Mendelssohns which the Choral Union sang and which brought darling Gertrude vividly before me. It did not seem like worship but more of an intellectual enjoyment. We went to the Century to see the pictures. Julia Dillon dined with us. Downing and I came over to the studio in the rain and I wrote to Sade. Dined at Pinchots with Eastman and Weir.