You May Imagine Me The Very Shadow

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.

Disaffection Stalks Around Us.

Our Private Property Must Be Sacrificed.

I Would Rather Fight With My Hands Than My Tongue.