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.

It is done... the precious portrait placed in the hands of the gentlemen for safe keeping.

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.

Our private property must be sacrificed.

When I shall again write to you, or where I shall be tomorrow, I cannot tell.

It is one of my sources of happiness never to desire a knowledge of other people's business.