Monday, Feb 13, 1882 Overslept myself this morning and had my breakfast in my room. Has been a dark rainy day. Mrs. Gifford came about noon. Has asked Stedman to edit a volume of Giffords letters etc and asked me if I had any letters which would be interesting. She gave me a letter of Gertrudes to Mary Gifford written from Scribners the fall we came home from Europe, which she found in one of Giffords letters. It was a voice from a far off happy time and sent me off into the past for the rest of the day. I have been reading some of Giffords letters while we were abroad and some of Bayard Taylors, and living again with the loved companions and friends who are gone. I have felt very sad and discouraged and this feeling led me to think of those who used to help me bear all my trials. For a year I have had comparative immunity from money anxieties. Now they begin to beset me again and I cant be happy as long as this is the case. It is too bad that I cannot be free from this kind of trouble with my modest requirements.