Friday, Mar 2, 1883 Awoke with a headache and have been obliged to spend most of the forenoon lying on the sofa. Felt better in the afternoon and painted on my picture but am discouraged and spiritually weary and jaded. It would take so little to make me contented and yet that state seems unattainable. Called at the Stoddards. Mrs S. was not at home but I had a pleasant chat with Dick who I was glad to find had a high idea of Bryants Poetry. He has the advance sheets of Godwins life of Bryant. Thinks Bryants last poem in memory of his wife most beautiful and touching as I do. Those last words "And oh!" as though he stopped there in the presence of an inexpressible grief. From there went to the club where I saw Thompson. He had been drinking after five weeks of abstinence and talked in a wild incoherent and totally unsatisfactory way. There is a man who has plenty of work crowded upon him and yet neglects and wastes his opportunities. I wish I had half his chance.