Disaffection Stalks Around Us.

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

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

You May Imagine Me The Very Shadow Of My Husband.

Two Messengers Covered With Dust Come To Bid Me Fly, But I Wait For Him.

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.