You May Imagine Me The Very Shadow

Disaffection Stalks Around Us.

Our Private Property Must Be Sacrificed.

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.

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.