You May Imagine Me The Very Shadow

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.

You May Imagine Me The Very Shadow Of My Husband.

Disaffection Stalks Around Us.

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