Monday, Dec 22, 1884 Tom drove me up to the 8 o'clock train, which proved to be an hour and a half late. It was a most dismal morning fog and slush and we arrived here at 12, too dark to work. I might as well have staid home as I am going home again on Wednesday. I saw by the Tribune that Lydig Suydam died on Saturday of pneumonia. I saw him at the club only a few days ago. My head aches and I feel depressed and discouraged. I wrote to Booth I am afraid in a rather melancholy strain. While I was writing Wilmurt came in and asked me if I had a picture which I would be willing to have him take up to his store for some one to look at who wants to buy several pictures. He settled upon my Kaatskill winter picture, the price to be $600 and he thought it wise to offer the intermediate party, on whose judgment the pictures are to be bought $30. I told him he might say $50. It would be a great help to me to sell this now but I am afraid there will be no such good luck for me. The picture is to go on Wednesday.