Friday, Mar 11, 1887 Spent the morning arranging a new copy of the Constitution for an Artists Mutual Aid society which Bowyer is to print. It is a cold, bright, windy day and the twilight most exquisite in purity of tone. I painted on my picture in the afternoon and made it more interesting. I think I have discovered what it needs. I have determined on the composition but am hampered for the lack of a study of foreground rock & waves which is up at Rondout. A Baltimore paper was sent me today with this announcement of George Coates death. He was a friend of nearly thirty years covering nearly my whole artistic career. He used always to enjoy coming to see Gifford and me when he came to New York and was very constant and loyal in his friendship. We used to quarrel always when we met during the war [?] he was an Union man with Southern, not sympathies, but palliation but we kept our regard for each other and his death was a shock to me as the ending of an old friendship. I went around to see Mrs. Stoddard in the evening. She looks very old and seemed saddened when I told her of Coales death. I saw Dick for a moment. He had seen Oscar with Launt Thompson and spoke of it as the "blind leading the blind". Poor Oscar! How anxious dear Gertrude always was on his account. I wish I could help him for he had once many generous traits. Went to the club and looked over the architectural magazines with much interest.