It Is Done... The Precious Portrait Placed

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.

Our Private Property Must Be Sacrificed.

You May Imagine Me The Very Shadow Of My Husband.

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.