Sunday, Aug 29, 1880 A telegram came just after breakfast this morning from Robt. Wilkinson telling me Gifford died this morning. I had been expecting it. Have spent the day writing to his father and mother his wife and sister Mary and to Mary Vaux and Lucy. It has rained nearly all afternoon. At tea time came a dispatch from Weir saying he was coming up on the 6 o'clock train to spend the night with me. I drove down to meet him. The ferry boat it seems does not go to this train on Sunday. The passengers by it came over on a little tug. Weir was not among them but a passenger who rode up the hill with me told me a tall gentleman who came up on the train did not like to cross in the little boat as the wind was blowing and remained at the hotel. Jimmy and I took Park for a bath this morning down at McCauslands.