Our Private Property Must Be Sacrificed.

You May Imagine Me The Very Shadow Of My Husband.

It Is Done... The Precious Portrait Placed In The Hands Of The Gentlemen For Safe Keeping.

Disaffection Stalks Around Us.

I Would Rather Fight With My Hands Than My Tongue.

I Am Accordingly Ready; I Have Pressed As Many Cabinet Papers Into Trunks As To Fill One Carriage; Our Private Property Must Be Sacrificed, As It Is Impossible To Procure Wagons For Its Transportation.