Disaffection Stalks Around Us.

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.

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

I Would Rather Fight With My Hands Than My Tongue.

Our Private Property Must Be Sacrificed.