Tuesday, Mar 8, 1887 A brilliant, spring-like morning. I walked down the Bowery after breakfast as far as Grand St and back to my studio up Broadway. Painted on my little Paestum and improved it. Marion and I went to the meeting of the Nineteenth Century Club, at the American Art Galleries. There was a crowd but we were lucky enough to get good seats. Rabbi Gotthert read the paper on the rights of women. It was most interesting and delivered with much grace and a perfect command of the language, but it was so long that by the help of the bad ventilation he tired every one out and had to omit a part of it. He was followed by Julia Ward Howe who spoke briefly but well. She made a most earnest allusion to Wm. Loyd Garrison, Wendell Philips and Henry Ward Beecher who died this morning. Esther Root closed in opposition with a brilliant address. There were no refreshments, to the disappointment of every one and but little opportunity to see the Stewart pictures as it was late when the speaking ended. I went round to the Century and quenched my thirst with a bottle of beer.