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

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.

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.

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

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

Disaffection stalks around us.

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.