Now he belongs to the ages.

The prisoners for better security against conversation shall have a canvas bag put over the head of each and tied around the neck, with a holes for proper breathing and eating, but not seeing.

If he had a million men he would swear the enemy has two millions, and then he would sit down in the mud and yell for three.

If I tap that little bell, I can send you to a place where you will never hear the dogs bark.

All persons harboring or secreting the conspirators or aiding their concealment or escape, will be treated as accomplices in the murder of the President and shall be subject to trial before a military commission, and the punishment of death.

Now he belongs to the ages.

A man of fifty is responsible for his face.