Saturday, Dec 31, 1887 Still very cold and I find it difficult to warm my room. This is the last day of the year. It finds me alas, not at all hopeful, sighing for release from anxiety and with but little ambition or purpose to face the daily duties. Calvert, Harry Donaldson and I went to the club in the evening and saw the old year out. We had a pleasant chat with Arnold Hague in charge of the Yellowstone Park. It was raining when I came to my room. This afternoon I went with all the Vaux's, Harry and Julia to a tea at the Mendelsons given for Julia & Harry. It was very pleasant. It snowed hard and continued to until midnight when it turned to rain.