Cloudy. B. Wolff and myself spent a couple hours in the Lutheran graveyard where an interment was being made. This churchyard is in much disarray and scattered about. Many of the graves are lost thru negligence of friends and the church. Part of John Maderia's family is in one place, and part in another. A Mr. Humphrie's lay beside Mary Maderia, then John Maderia. Then a stone with the inscription, "Our Sister". This was Catherine Maderia, one of their daughters who was a little backward, and received little attention from the family. She was kept out of society and led a life with the servants. I knew her well in my boyhood days by the name of Kit. I believe the sin of this injustice was visited upon the rest of the family, for none of them prospered in life. Reading her epitaph finds only the word Sister, someone who knew her history wrote beneath in pencil, "When my Father and Mother forsake me, the Lord will take me up" May she have that rest beyond this life, which was denied in this. This evening attended a meeting of the lodge where some degrees were confirmed by strangers from New York. Remained until about ten, then home.