I Would Rather Fight With My Hands

Disaffection Stalks Around Us.

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.

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.