Sunday, Sept 20, 1885 A most brilliant Autumn day, so cool within doors that we have had a fire in the parlor all day. I have been unhappy anxious and lonely. We shall soon be alone again. Mary is going home for the winter on Wednesday and I dread the silence which will fall upon this house again. Calvert, Girard and I took a walk over our place the other side of Chestnut St. this afternoon discussing its laying out and the changes which might be made but they involve money and the chance of selling any thing there seems so remote that I hardly care even to discuss it. I wrote to Alice this afternoon giving her an account of my visit to Clinton. I cut this notice of Stearns' death from the Times of yesterday. He was a leading artist when I was a pupil with Church but has almost sunk out of sight as an artist for many years past.