Monday, Feb 4, 1884 It rained today and the streets are icy. I painted on my large picture which seems never done. Calvert and I went to see Orpheus and Eurydice at the Bijou Opera house. It was rather entertaining but not remarkably so. For some reason or other I was thinking of Genl. Dix and his family today and wondering whether Mrs. Dix were still living. An hour after on taking up the paper I read a notice of her death on Sunday.