Monday, Aug 1, 1887 Poor Oscar! I cut this notice from todays Tribune. The last time I saw him I met him in the spring in Broadway. He looked wretchedly and said he was broken down. I said I suppose you know what the matter is, and I implored him to try to give up whiskey and get back his health. How solicitous dear Gertrude used to be for him. His life has ended as I feared, dying alone in the city, but in one respect it is fortunate, that he did not linger in suffering. Fortunately Fred and Tom are near at hand and Fred I see by this notice was aware of his condition.