Saturday, July 26, 1884 It has been a most comfortable day. I went over to my studio and painted the glass in the front of the dining room clock in which there has been for many years an old print of New York from the narrows. On taking it out I found a date upon it showing it was put there in 1860 and ever since it has been an eyesore to me. A telegram came from Joe from Boston and he arrived about 5 o'clock. Mary Goetchins came up a little later with Sarahs little daughter Jennie. Mary had not been here in nearly two years and she seemed much saddened by the changes. She went to Philadelphia when Sarah died and has not been home since. I went down to the Powell and met Mary, Calvert and Sara and so this empty house is filled up again for a short time. I saw a notice of Phil Johnsons promotion to the grade of Commodore and wrote him a congratulatory note.