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.
Jackson was not a religious man when he came to Lexington.
It was not war, it was murder.
Our gloomy Presbyterian ideas encourage fear of God, not love for him.
Train our children to love God.