Monday, Feb 7, 1881 It was a white misty morning and the mercury was at zero. I took a walk with Park out back of O'Riellys. It was about impossible to walk astride the path and I was very warm when I returned. Sara went up to Mary Waldo's at West Troy to be gone until Thursday. We had a talk about Maurice and she is going to send for Dr. D'Ungers medicine. I left home to take the 12:30 train with a dreadful sense of depression and a feeling of utter inability to manfully meet the demands which seem to press upon me. What would I not have given if I could have stayed there at home, at least for a while. My father brought me over the river on the ice and little Jimmy came along. Church was on the train and we sat together. He looks badly and I do not believe he will live many years. he invited me to dine with him at the Brevoort and to go to see Salviani in Othello. We had poor seats but I was glad to have this opportunity of seeing this famous actor. He is a fine actor, spoke Italian to the English of the rest of the company. Rather too robust for my idea of Othello, but still very fine. Went to bed late and did not sleep more than four hours. As soon as I arrived in town I started to go up to Eastman Johnsons to inquire about Hattie. I met Fitch at the door who told me she was dead and that Eastman and his wife had gone on to Philadelphia to the funeral. She died on Saturday. She will be an immeasurable loss to her husband and her children as well as to Eastman who was very fond of her.