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

Those who have happy homes seldom turn out badly.

It was not war, it was murder.

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.

Let our children be taught love love love.

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.