Wednesday September 12, 1888
Jervis McEntee Diary Entry, September 12, 1888, from the Jervis McEntee papers, 1850-1905, in the Archives of American Art, Smithsonian Institution
Wednesday, Sept 12, 1888 I wrote to Mr. W. H. Dulton yesterday, from whom I had a letter from Big Moose Lake a few days ago. His letter was brief but not too much so and characterized with a proper amount of feeling. I have a sense that perhaps in mine I was a little too much inclined to dwell upon the changes of the years since I had met him and particularly since dear Gertrude was a familiar visitor at his house. Perhaps he will not think so. I hope not. I feel somewhat depressed today, as though I would like some near friend with me. Alas! where on earth is there such a friend, outside my sisters and even they except Sara have their own interests which absorb them. I wish I could get interested in painting but I cannot. I ought to paint something and will soon need to sell something but the idea of painting for sale is so depressing that I can not set about it. I manage to employ myself here at home but I ought to be at my profession. I hope when the Autumn comes I will be moved to work. I never feel like making pictures until I begin to feel the sentiment of the Autumn. I am rereading McCauleys life and letters. What a noble, high souled man. His loyalty to his family is not the least attractive element in his character. Girard today gave me Mrs. Addie Eunists check for $500 for her lot on Chester St. which I have sent to the Bank of the Metropolis to be placed to my credit.
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