Thursday, June 12, 1884 Mary Calvert and I went to the Academy to see the Exhibition of the American Artists. It is a curious collection. The ignoring of all grace and beauty seems the idea in most of the pictures. The landscapes to me are simply idiotic generally and the most of the collection is entirely foreign to all my ideas of art, poor in color, in conception and exhibiting the utmost poverty of invention. I do not think such art can ever have any real hold upon serious people. Of course there are exceptions, notably a portrait by Alexander, one by Porter who is an Academician however. From there I went with Mary to the (Metropolis) Bank to introduce Mary who wishes to open an account there, then to my studio where I had a carriage and drove up to the West Shore station at 42nd St and came home by the 11.30 train reaching here 2.35. Many people going to the mountains. The West Shore road went into the hands of a receiver yesterday. The next thing I fear it will go into Vanderbilts hands. Cousin Rachel had been lonely enough. I unpacked by trunk and spent the afternoon putting my things away. I had a letter from Booth while in New York telling me not to trouble about my account with him but he had written to Bowyer, and wished me to give him his address. His letter related to business. Fuller sent his bill at my request and it all amounts to about $500. About twice as much as I expected. However I have no fault to find.