It Is One Of My Sources Of

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.

You May Imagine Me The Very Shadow Of My Husband.

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.

Disaffection Stalks Around Us.

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