Train our children to love God.
But the admiration for Jackson was by no means confined to his own soldiers and to his own section.
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.
There was a nuisance in the service known as the army correspondent.
It was not war, it was murder.
Our gloomy Presbyterian ideas encourage fear of God, not love for him.