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.

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.

Disaffection stalks around us.

I would rather fight with my hands than my tongue.

Two messengers covered with dust come to bid me fly, but I wait for him.