about 1882
My Mother and Sister hoped to see you, and I, to have heard the voice in the House, that recalls the strange Music of your Father's - A little Bin of Blossoms, I designed for your Breakfast, also went astray. I hope you are in strength, and that the Passengers of Peace exalt, not rend your Memory - Heaven may give them rank, it could not give them grandeur, for that they carried with themselves - With fresh remembrance, E. Dickinson.
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