Thursday, Dec 10, 1874- These are days of a good deal of anxiety and perplexity. Maurice is doing badly, my father is not well and is worried over money matters and today experienced a disappointment in the sale of some property he hoped to sell in time to pay his taxes. Some days the world seems full of small vexations and annoyances, but I presume we ought to be thankful to escape the heavier calamities. Edgar H[?] was buried today. I feel too depressed to go and I urged my father who is not well to remain at home. Wrote to Fitch and to Moore acknowledging his check. Took a walk before beginning to paint and went to the Strand after dinner to do some errands.