Saturday, Dec 19, 1874- Painted a little picture out of the window this morning with snow on the mountains. In the afternoon painted on my figure and took my usual walk towards evening. Lucy came home by the Wallkill Valley R.R. Received a note from Vaux. Some days I have a feeling of satisfaction when evening comes. Today has been one of the "frittered away" days. Lieut. Commander Cushings death was announced in the Tribune with a brief sketch of his exploits. His blowing up the Rebel ram Albemarle was one of the most daring deeds I ever heard of.