Thursday, Nov 18, 1886 A rainy day clearing in the afternoon with splendid effects of sky. That is one of Novembers charms, its fine skies and variety of effects. I went over to my studio and painted all day making four small sketches. A part of the time it rained violently. Two of the sketches I made were of effects I saw today. I sent the little picture to be engraved for the advertisement to Bowyer today by Express. There was a fine sunset. I am greatly interested painting these sketches of the effects I see here daily. The art committee of the Century sent me a notice of a reception to Munkacsy at the club on Saturday night. We are always ready to shower honors upon artists from abroad but we who live here get very little honor. President Arthur died this morning. I have been thinking of dear Gertrude this evening. Charley McEntee, Sara and I were talking of her and of [Eunisa?] and I was looking over her recipe book. It brought her very near to me to see her handwriting and to turn over the pages she had written. My love for her can never grow old and she will always live in my heart as my ideal of all that is gentle and admirable, and lovable in women.