by Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)

It might not come amiss, dear Austin, to...
Language: English 
It might not come amiss, dear Austin, to have a tiding or two 
concerning our state and feelings. Our state is pretty comfortable, 
and our feelings are somewhat solemn. We are rather a crestfallen 
company, what with the sighing wind, the sobbing rain, and 
the whining of Nature.

We are enjoying this evening what is called a 'northeast 
storm' - a little north of east in case you are pretty 
definite. Father thinks it's 'amazin' raw,' and I'm half disposed 
to think that he's in the right about it, though I keep pretty 
dark and don't say much about it!

Vinnie is at the instrument, humming a pensive air concerning 
a young lady who thought she was 'almost there.' Vinnie seems 
much grieved, and I really suppose I ought to betake myself to 
weeping; I’m pretty sure that I shall if she don't abate her 
singing.

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Note: excerpted from a letter written in early 1851 by Emily Dickinson to her brother, William Austin Dickinson, which appears in "Letters of Emily Dickinson", edited by Mabel Loomis Todd and published by Roberts Brothers, Boston, in 1894. This is prose; line-breaks have been arbitrarily added.


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This text was added to the website: 2016-03-01
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Word count: 146