Tuesday, Dec 21, 1880 The shortest day of the year coming in with a snow storm. I was ill in the night and slept but little and have felt pretty poorly all day and greatly depressed. Have tried to paint but could not. It has snowed at intervals all day and is cold. Mary and I called up at Miss Hitchcocks this afternoon to see a picture by Hennes, of a Magdalen she bought in Paris this summer. It was very effective and fine in some ways but I dont think it is the kind of picture I care much for. Still it may be much greater than I think. I had a letter from Sara today and one from Mrs. Sawyer with many tender remembrances of dear Gertrude and speaking most feelingly of her devoted love for me. How I have thought of that unfailing love all day today and sighed and lamented that it is gone from me. It has been a sad, bitter day to me and I am in the depths of sorrow.