Dear Mrs Dickinson

I write to tell you why
I did not go to see you
while you were here. I thought
you had seen so many, and
talked so much, you were
weary - and would thank
me for staying away.

You did all in your power
to do, for your beloved sister.

In your double sorrow
may you be comforted, -
and joy still be yours, in
the son and daughter
that are left.

Yours, in the fellowship
of suffering

S[?] Augusta Chew.

October 17th