Saturday, Jan 1, 1881 12 degrees below zero last night. Bowyer and I with Park took a long walk out to the Roa-tina and back across the hills. Cold and still but very beautiful and enjoyable. We had very few calls. The custom is said to be dying out. I am thoroughly enjoying this lovely winter weather, thinking tenderly of dear Gertrude all the time. I seem to be so much nearer her here and never come to my room that I do not instantly think of her and speak to myself her beloved name. But I have a more peaceful feeling for one reason, that I am temporarily relieved from money worries. I think I could be reasonably contented if I could be spared these sordid cares which philosophise as we may are degrading. Still very cold. 5 degrees below zero this evening.