Sunday, July 29, 1888 Beautiful weather, so cool last night I had to put on more clothing. Sara is going with John tomorrow to bring Nannie home from Middletown. I went over to see the progress of the grading of Chester St and from there to the Cemetery. The Phloxes on dear Gertrudes grave were in bloom and those also on my mothers. They are about the only flowers left of all I have put there. The soil is very poor and the grass does not grow in spite of all we have done. It gives me a very lonely feeling to go there and [revises?] so many memories which sadden me. I have a feeling that I am almost within their presence and yet they are so utterly gone. Have written to Lucy and sent Mr. Morses letter and his catalogue of his school.