Two Messengers Covered With Dust Come To

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

Our Private Property Must Be Sacrificed.

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