late February 1870

My sweet Aunt Katie.

When I am most grieved I had rather no one would speak to me, so I stayed from you, but I thought by today, perhaps you would like to see me, if I came quite soft and brought no noisy words. But when I am most sorry, I can say nothing so I will only kiss you and go far away. Who could ache for you like your little Niece - who knows how deep the Heart is and how much it holds?

I know we shall certainly see what we loved the most. It is sweet to think they are safe by Death and that is all we have to pass to obtain their face.

There are no Dead, dear Katie, the Grave is but our moan for them.

Were it to be the last
How infinite would be
What we did not suspect was marked
Our final interview.

Emily.