Two Messengers Covered With Dust

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

I Would Rather Fight With My Hands Than My Tongue.

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

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.

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