All We Ask Is To Be Let

Vicksburg Is The Nail Head That Holds The South’s Two Halves Together.

I Tried All In My Power To Avert This War. I Saw It Coming, For Twelve Years I Worked Night And Day To Prevent It, But I Could Not. The North Was Mad And Blind; It Would Not Let Us Govern Ourselves, And So The War Came, And Now It Must Go On Unless You Acknowledge Our Right To Self Government. We Are Not Fighting For Slavery. We Are Fighting For Independence.

If The Confederacy Fails, There Should Be Written On Its Tombstone: Died Of A Theory.

Truth Crushed To Earth Is Truth Still And Like A Seed Will Rise Again.

Lay Aside All Rancor, All Bitter Sectional Feeling, And To Make Your Places In The Ranks Of Those Who Will Bring About A Consummation Devoutly To Be Wished—a Reunited Country.