Our Private Property Must Be Sacrificed.

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

It Is One Of My Sources Of Happiness Never To Desire A Knowledge Of Other People's Business.

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

Our Private Property Must Be Sacrificed.

It Is Done... The Precious Portrait Placed In The Hands Of The Gentlemen For Safe Keeping.