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.
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.
French John (a faithful servant), with his usual activity and resolution, offers to spike the cannon at the gate, and lay a train of powder, which would blow up the British, should they enter the house.
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 am determined not to go myself until I see Mr. Madison safe and he can accompany me, as I hear of much hostility towards him.
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.
My friends and acquaintances are all gone, even Colonel C. with his hundred, who were stationed as a guard in this inclosure.
Our private property must be sacrificed.
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.
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