If nominated, I won't run; If elected, I won't serve.
In our Country... one class of men makes war and leaves another to fight it out.
But, my dear sirs, when peace does come, you may call on me for any thing. Then will I share with you the last cracker, and watch with you to shield your homes and families against danger from every quarter.
It's a disagreeable thing to be whipped.
The scenes on this field would have cured anybody of war.
There will soon come an armed contest between capital and labor. They will oppose each other, not with words and arguments, but with shot and shell, gun-powder and cannon. The better classes are tired of the insane howling of the lower strata and they mean to stop them.