There was a nuisance in the service known as the army correspondent.
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.
Train our children to love God.
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.
Our gloomy Presbyterian ideas encourage fear of God, not love for him.