Sunday, Apr 22, 1883 Cold and grey with wind from the North and occasional flakes of snow. Took a walk out beyond the cemetery after breakfast to see the bridge which is nearly done. The rest of the day I staid in doors. It was a melancholy day and I had to strive against depression. My poor mother gets greatly depressed and I know it seems very lonely to her. Sara had heard from Cousin Rachel and she will come up in about a fortnight. I wrote to Booth, to Laura and to Alice.