Sunday, July 15, 1888 I wrote no letters today showing how my correspondence has narrowed down. I find myself now much alone. The rest of the family are in their rooms most of the time and I am lonely because unemployed. I hope to get to work some sketching. If I can only get interested in that I know I will escape this feeling of loneliness. I was reading of Sheridan today and was struck with the fact that a man of a noble nature was compelled by circumstances to do things which his better nature revolted at. One ought to have great charity for poor and struggling people and especially those who move in a society which demands more from them than they are able to give. We continue to have very agreeable cool weather.