Two Messengers Covered With Dust

Disaffection Stalks Around Us.

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

You May Imagine Me The Very Shadow Of My Husband.

I Am Accordingly Ready; I Have Pressed As Many Cabinet Papers Into Trunks As To Fill One Carriage; Our Private Property Must Be Sacrificed, As It Is Impossible To Procure Wagons For Its Transportation.

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