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.

I am a President held prisoner, that I haven't resigned and I will not resign.

Our private property must be sacrificed.

My older sister is bossy, my brother is a stirrer and me - well, I am perfect!

Now that I am a deputy, I will cease to be an agitator.