Saturday May 11, 1889
Jervis McEntee Diary Entry, May 11, 1889, from the Jervis McEntee papers, 1850-1905, in the Archives of American Art, Smithsonian Institution
Saturday, May 11, 1889 Rained in the forenoon a short time. I went down town and sent to Janette and Emily by mail the [?] I brought them from Mexico and I also sent Alices to her in a little paper box and wrapped up in it a few little Pueblo [?] toys for the children. I sent this also by mail and wrote [all?] of them a short note. Have been busy putting away my [?] called on Dr. Magee and Mrs. Stebbins. Dr. Magee has resigned his pastorate and intends to go away by the end of June. I am sorry for he is a kind agreeable man, perhaps a little sentimental, but that is better than to have no sentiment. Then we called on Stephen Abbey whom we saw, a feeble old [man?]. He seemed glad to see us saying he always wanted to see the McEntees. He is almost helpless now. Mrs. Le[?] Abbey had gone to N. Y. and he seemed to be there alone with the servant and [?] little boy. Life must be dull and wearisome under such conditions. How much more blessed was Mr. Gifford who retained faculties almost up to the hour of his death. We did not stay long for fear of tiring him. He said he regretted that Mrs. Leg[?] who was the daughter of an Universalist clergyman had become orthodox. I asked him if he still read the Leader. He said no, that he had wanted Henry to subscribe for it but he had not done it. It made me sad to see him, so infirm. From here we called on the Cranes. They too have lost their property and are, I imagine only living in their house on sufferance. Mrs. Crane looked old and I felt a great sympathy for her. We next went to Ned Tomkins and saw him, Mrs T and [?] Snyder and later Henry. They wished us to stay to tea but we declined not daring to tell them we had left Mary at home. Mrs. T told Sara she had had a letter from Laura. She and Gertrude were at the Cove and they wrote they were coming next week to visit them for a day or two. We are not [supposed?] to know any thing about them. Well they may come and go. [?] will none of us go to see them. If they come here we will be as cordial as we can but we are not to be influenced by these sort of tactics. We next went over and made our wedding call [?] Mrs. Robt. Tomkins in her pretty little new house which she showed to us with great pleasure. Her father was Mr. Ainsley of Albany who kept an art store and who knew all the Albany artists. [He?] had pictures by Boughton, Jas Hart, Tom Smith and others and a Sepia drawing by Vanderlyn an allegorical subject I did not understand. We walked back home. It was a perfect day, a little warm walking but the spring landscape is in its perfection now, the apple blossoms disappearing but the foliage almost at its full, and every thing much earlier than last year.
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