There is many a boy here today who looks on war as all glory, but, boys, it is all hell. You can bear this warning voice to generations yet to come. I look upon war with horror.

I beg to present you as a Christmas gift the city of Savannah.

A battery of field artillery is worth a thousand muskets.

The whole army is burning with an insatiable desire to wreak violence upon South Carolina. I almost tremble for her fate.

If nominated by either party, I should peremptorily decline, and even if unanimously elected, I should decline to serve.

Grant stood by me when I was crazy.

You mistake, too, the people of the North. They are a peaceable people but an earnest people, and they will fight, too. They are not going to let this country be destroyed without a mighty effort to save it. Besides, where are your men and appliances of war to contend against them?