April 20, 1900
I have had a perfect afternoon, went to the Walter’s Art Gallery all alone in the rain. I have never cared for pictures until lately and have never forced myself in that direction nor pretended that I cared. Today I just enjoyed life. I had a large catalogue with (Irias Netting) had loaned me. I went in looked around abit. I picked out the picture that attracted me – read up about it and then sat and watched it. Then I went through the gallery to see if I could pick out all the pictures of that artist. I didn’t try to look at all the pictures. I kept going back to the same ones over and over. There were two beauties of Millet; then I studied (griese) Isabey, Delacroix, Turner, Alina Tadeus and Daubigny. There is one fine Corot in the gallery. You are probably familiar with most of these names. The Millet pictures were “The Sheepfold by Moonlight,” and “The Potato Harvest.” The Sheepfold was perfectly beautiful. There was the rude fold, the flock of sheep – lit up by the most beautiful moonlight. Then two peasants just in the shadow. There was absolute stillness and it showed me a new phase of moonlight for my only impression of it is in connection with the water at Lake (Jeune) and at Wood Hole. There was a storm at sea by Isabey that was great. The Christ on the Cross by Delacroix made a great impression.
Won’t it be fine when we two wander together through the art galleries Some day we must come together to Baltimore in the Spring.
Tuesday night I go to the (Law) houses. Emma and Gertrude Stein invited me. It will be a busy week for Monday I have an exam in skin diseases and Wednesday one in Childrens. If it wasn’t for the exams I’d go to both operas. I shall go to the Walter’s gallery again.
Tomorrow Miss Lyle and I are going to take a little tramp after Arbutus() Start at 10 and take lunch with us. I like Miss Lyle.
I think it will be great to spend another summer at the shore. Would you think at all of Wood’s Hole. We can find some place I’m sure.
Mrs. Gorton and Nan come tonight. I shall not go to the train for it will be late and raining hard. I must write Allen.
We shall have to take Helen’s summer Blaus() as best we may, I don’t want to have her at the shore one little bit but if you have to we will have to accede gracefully. I wouldn’t hurt Uncle Albert for anything. I would love to do some really fine reading Shakespeare and some find history. Something worth while.
Dr. Paton definitely asked me to be interne next year at the Shepard’s, the private insane asylum. I did not accept.
I can stay here this June perfectly well and with profit. With lots of love, Florence
One of our finest ones lies at the point of death. Appendicitis