We spent the day at Willowbrook Cottage, Beverly, with Gertrude and Mrs. Tyler. The Cottage is perfect and in perfect taste, early colonial, every detail being in keeping. I think I never entered such a harmonious house. “Brother Charles” has that at least in his favour! Gertrude seemed very ill, but she is determined to sail next week, so I suppose she will. Her mother seemed very pleasant and agreeable. She took us a most lovely drive, and we “remained” over the beauty of the great wooden villas — some at least. The country was heavenly. Rabbi Fleischer came in the evening — a young handsome man with an eloquent passion for Democracy — full of phrases, not much real thought, but a nice, kind nature. I forget to mention the family party of the night before, with