Tuesday, Sept 8, 1885 A grey day. After dinner my father, Mary, Sara and I with the two children Girard and Dwight rode out on the Flat-bush road by Dr. Schradys and home by Chas. Livingstons. We had a charming ride. It sprinkled a little on our return and just as we reached home at 6 it began to rain quite smartly and is now (10 o'clock) raining steadily. The autumn color begins to show a little here and there and it is written on all the landscape that the summer is gone. My father seemed to enjoy his long ride and ate a hearty supper on his return. I had a letter from Downing written at Lake Placid Sept. 4th. He is probably back in Yonkers now. Also a note from Lambdin.