Our gloomy Presbyterian ideas encourage fear of God, not love for him.

The vast army of McClellan spread out before me. The marching columns extended back as far as eye could see in the distance. It was a grand and glorious spectacle, and it was impossible to look at it without admiration.

It was not war, it was murder.

Let our children be taught love love love.

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

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

Those who have happy homes seldom turn out badly.