My papa, it is proclaimed so loudly that we are friends of the Americans, that I begin to believe it is true—as true as it is certain that no one in the world loves you more than I.

Here are twelve engravings from the Abbé de St.-Non that he has entrusted to me to send to you, so that you may give them to your friends in America, or to some of your friends in Paris.

I am vexed that I cannot be a soldier for just a year, to go fight the English; because, all things considered, I prefer on the whole to be a woman.