Disaffection Stalks Around Us.

And Now, Dear Sister, I Must Leave This House Or The Retreating Army Will Make Me A Prisoner In It By Filling Up The Road I Am Directed To Take.

You May Imagine Me The Very Shadow Of My Husband.

It Is One Of My Sources Of Happiness Never To Desire A Knowledge Of Other People's Business.

I Would Rather Fight With My Hands Than My Tongue.

Our Private Property Must Be Sacrificed.