Emily Dickinson - Letter 313 (late 1865?) - no ms. Mrs. J. G. Holland lyrics

Dear Sister, It was incredibly sweet that Austin had seen you, and had stood in the dear house which had lost its friend. To see one who had seen you was a strange a**urance. It helped dispel the fear that you departed too, for notwithstanding the loved notes and the lovely gift, there lurked a dread that you had gone or would seek to go. "Where the treasure is," there is prospective. Austin spoke very warmly and strongly of you, and we all felt firmer, and drew a vocal portrait of Kate