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.

War is cruelty, and you cannot refine it.

Wars are not all evil, they are part of the grand machinery by which this world is governed.

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.

War's Legitimate Object Is More Perfect Peace.

I think I understand what military fame is; to be killed on the field of battle and have your name misspelled in the newspapers.

The scenes on this field would have cured anybody of war.