Disaffection Stalks Around Us.

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.

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

When I Shall Again Write To You, Or Where I Shall Be Tomorrow, I Cannot Tell.

At This Late Hour A Wagon Has Been Procured, And I Have Had It Filled With Plate And The Most Valuable Portable Articles, Belonging To The House.