We were lavish of blood in those days, and it was thought to be a grand thing to charge a battery or an earth-work lined with infantry.

We were lavish of blood in those days, and it was thought to be a grand thing to charge a battery or an earth-work lined with infantry.

But the admiration for Jackson was by no means confined to his own soldiers and to his own section.

It was not war, it was murder.

As each brigade emerged from the woods, from 50 to 100 guns opened upon it, tearing great gaps in its ranks; but the heroes pressed on and were shot down by reserves at the guns. It was not war, it was murder.

Jackson was not a religious man when he came to Lexington.

There was a nuisance in the service known as the army correspondent.