Saturday, Mar 7, 1885 Snowing. Downing was down last evening and was here at breakfast. Walking back to my room from breakfast a sudden remembrance of dear Gertrude swept across me. Her graceful bearing, her beautiful figure and the charm of her presence seemed to come to me afresh. I often wonder what it is which brings these things so vividly to us in unexpected places and at unexpected times. Went home by 4 o'clock train. This evening was the Monthly meeting of the Century but I did not care to be there. Sent my picture "Christmas Eve". Tom met me at the station with the sleigh although the sleighing about the town is nearly gone. It had snowed only a little as in N. Y.