And Now, Dear Sister, I Must Leave

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

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.

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.

Two Messengers Covered With Dust Come To Bid Me Fly, But I Wait For Him.