Monday, July 19, 1880 Took a walk this morning back of John Rileys and around the cemetery where I stopped and trimmed the morning glories. Worked a little while on some of my drawings. My mother brought a letter from Mr. Bachelder announcing the death of his wife on Friday 16th in Brooklyn. I was very much shocked. I dined with them in June and I thought then and from what he said to me afterwards that she would never be well again. I understood she had a cancer. He sent my letter to the studio building. The funeral was to take place today and he hoped to see me there but I got the letter just about as they were holding the services. When I last saw him he did not give me his address. I have been thinking of them lately and wished I knew how to find them so that I could write to them. I wrote to him immediately and told him if it would be pleasant to him I would go on to Boston and we would go off somewhere together. This has made me very sad together with other troubles. My father came to my room and told me he was greatly troubled for money. Fortunately I can let him have some but the future is full of trouble which I hardly dare think of. Life offers me very little satisfaction now, nothing but trouble and anxiety.