But the admiration for Jackson was by no means confined to his own soldiers and to his own section.
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.
Jackson was not a religious man when he came to Lexington.
Train our children to love God.
Our gloomy Presbyterian ideas encourage fear of God, not love for him.
Those who have happy homes seldom turn out badly.