ntings--Authenticity of
the Cenci Questioned--A Portrait of Galileo--Portrait of Martin
Luther--Portrait of Greeley at Thirty--Powers' Proserpine--Hart's Bust
of Mr. Greeley--Mosaics and Medallions.

_July 2_.

This morning we have had a family picnic at the side-hill house, where
the amusement was, however, neither "Twenty Questions," gossip, nor
croquet; but arranging and cataloguing uncle's large library. The
books had hitherto been kept in the house in the woods, with the
exception of those in daily use, filling three good-sized bookcases in
our present residence; but as the house in the woods had been twice
broken into last winter, Ida thought it safer to move them all down
this summer to the side-hill house, where Bernard sleeps. Accordingly,
a wagon-load or two was brought down the other day and deposited in the
dining-room, and this morning, as we had no guests, and no very
pressing occupations, we all, including Minna, went up there directly
after breakfast to look them over.

"I am resolved," Ida had said, "to have the books catalogued, that I
may know in future how many I yearly lose by lending them to my
friends." Consequently the work was doubled by the necessity of
writing down the names, and we had unluckily chosen the hottest day
that we had so far experienced for this laborious task. We all went to
work, however, with as much energy as though the temperature was at a
reasonable degree, and I felt quite proud of my achievements when the
work was done, having catalogued, myself, over three hundred volumes.

Our work was divided: mamma read off the names of the books, and
Marguerite and I wrote them down, and Minna then dusted and carried
them into the next room to Ida, who placed them upon the shelves,
dividing the library into compartments for poetry, biography, science,
fiction, etc. An endless task it seemed at first to sort the books,
for more than one thousand volumes of all sizes and in every variety of
binding from cloth to calf, had been thrown promiscuously on the floor,
and the hottest antagonists in the political and religious world were
now lying side by side in the apparent enjoyment of peace and
good-will. "Slavery Doomed" and "Slavery Justified" composed one
externally harmonious group, while "Footfalls on the Boundary of
Another World," "How I became a Unitarian," and Strauss' "Life of
Jesus," lay beside their rigidly orthodox neighbors, the "Following of
Christ," by Thomas a