Sunday, Apr 3, 1881 Took a walk around the cemetery and went in to our lot. It looked wintry and sad but I tried to believe dear Gertrude was not there. They had cut down the hemlock tree. Came home and wrote to Weir, to Janette and Dr. Pelton sending him dear Gertrudes photograph and my own taken when I was 21. Maurice staid at home all day but I fear he is on the wrong road again. I wish I could help him but seem powerless to. Sara is trying to do some thing towards getting him into an institution in Boston. She is full of perseverance and energy. I wish I did not feel those qualities giving way in me.