Sunday, Apr 4, 1880 Sometimes I ask myself why I keep this diary. I have a talk with myself and it is a brief record of each day and often good for reference. Mary, Calvert and I went to Arthur Booths church expecting to hear Philip Brooks but heard Arthur instead. The church was dark and his preaching seemed mechanical. Seemed like a man with no eyes for he did not once look at his audience but rather down and at one side as though he were addressing a marble angel which stood there. The sermon did not help me much to get rid of the sadness of these city Sabbaths. After church we called on Annie Norton at the Windsor. After dinner came to my room and wrote to Julia Sharpe and to Sade. After tea went up to Booths. They were in great confusion but we sat down and talked of the magazine article for Harper. In the midst of it Hutton came in and presently a whole lot of people and I came away in the midst of pouring rain. I had an interesting talk with Ward at the club last night who lost his wife soon after Gertrude died. He talked with great frankness about his state of feeling and said some things which accorded with my own experience and some which did not. I am to dine with him on Wednesday.