It is one of my sources of happiness never to desire a knowledge of other people's business.
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.
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.
Disaffection stalks around us.
It is done... the precious portrait placed in the hands of the gentlemen for safe keeping.
Two messengers covered with dust come to bid me fly, but I wait for him.
When I shall again write to you, or where I shall be tomorrow, I cannot tell.
Our private property must be sacrificed.
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