Letter-Poem, A Dickinson Genre: H B150

		Sister Our parting was somewhat interspersed and I cannot con- clude which went. I shall be cautious not to so as to miss no one. Vinnie drank your Coffee and has looked a little like you since, which is nearly a
		comfort. Austin has had two calls and is very tired One from Professor Tyler, and the other from Father. I am afraid they will call here. Bun has run away Disaffection doubtless - as to the Supplies. Ned is a better Quarter Master
		than his vagrant Papa. The little Turkey is lonely and the Chickens bring him to call. His foreign Neck in familiar Grass is quaint as a Dromedary. I suppose the Wind has chastened the Bows on Mattie's impudent Hat and the Sea presumed as far as he dare
		on her Stratified Stockings. If her Basket wont hold the Boulders she picks, I will send a Bin. Ned is much lamented and his Circus Airs in the Rowen will be doubly sweet. Bela Dickinson's son is the only Basso remaining. It rains every pleasant Day now
		and Dickens' Maggie's Lawn will be green as a Courtier's. Love for your Brother and Sister please and the dear Lords. Nature gives her love - Twlight touches Amherst with his yellow Glove. Miss me sometimes, dear Not on most occasions, but
	H B150; L 392	the Seldoms of the Mind. Emily -

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