Train our children to love God.
Those who have happy homes seldom turn out badly.
Our gloomy Presbyterian ideas encourage fear of God, not love for him.
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.
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.