Our Private Property Must Be Sacrificed.

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.

I Would Rather Fight With My Hands Than My Tongue.

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

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

Disaffection Stalks Around Us.