Thursday April 23, 1885
Jervis McEntee Diary Entry, April 23, 1885, from the Jervis McEntee papers, 1850-1905, in the Archives of American Art, Smithsonian Institution
Thursday, Apr 23, 1885 Called to see Mrs. Lewis about Mrs. Leach's case. Had a long talk with her when she referred me to the Charity Organization Society in 4th Av. Went there and had an interview with Miss Scott who had the case on record and said she would send the agent for that district who would let me know what had been ascertained. He came here this afternoon and gave me all the information he had gathered. He thinks there is no doubt that the case is a genuine one but it is at present a question whether [it?] would be best to bring her husband & sons back to the city. They have written to Riverside Cal. to find out how they are situated there and if it is thought wise to bring them back, will assist her to do so. I went to see Mrs. Leach as I had promised at her room in 4th Avenue No. 272. It was a wretched place at the top of the house up a steep, dark stairway. The little girl was present. I told her I was doing what I could for her but was not prepared to give her any money today. Have been painting on my little picture but feel somewhat melancholy and depressed, and have thought badly all day of my relations with Booth. I saw a portrait of Edwina at Eastmans yesterday. She told them she is to be married next month and is to live with her father in Boston. They (Booth and Edwina) were at Eastmans studio on Monday. It seemed strange to me that I know nothing of Booth who was one so confidential with me, and thinking how our intercourse has been interfered with from no fault of mine is a very unhappy reflection. But I shall try to be patient trusting to time to prove to him the sincerity of my regard for him. I was shocked to see this notice of the death of Mr. Morrell in the paper this morning. Spent the evening at home reading in Genl Custers "Life on the Plains" which interests me very much. What a brave fellow he was, seemingly a stranger to fear. Went around to the club a little while. I do not see many men there who are companionable to me. I know it is my fault because I am not much of a talker and do not know how to interest people. On my way over to dinner I went to John Rogers studio having been invited there to a reception at which he showed a group in clay of "Lear & Cordelia"[.] It was in his peculiar style savoring of the picturesque rather than the sculpturesque, but modeled with a great deal of care. Met Eastman there who wanted me to go home to dinner with him but I declined as they were going out in the evening.
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