Let Us Go Home And Cultivate Our

We Made A Great Mistake In The Beginning Of Our Struggle, And I Fear, In Spite Of All We Can Do, It Will Prove To Be A Fatal Mistake. We Appointed All Our Worst Generals To Command Our Armies, And All Our Best Generals To Edit The Newspapers

Any Victory Would Be Dear At Such A Price.

My Heart Bleeds At The Death Of Every One Of Our Gallant Men.

My Experiences Of Men Has Neither Disposed Me To Think Worse Of Them Nor Be Indisposed To Serve Them: Nor, In Spite Of Failures Which I Lament, Of Errors Which I Now See And Acknowledge, Or The Present Aspect Of Affairs, Do I Despair Of The Future. The Truth Is This: The March Of Providence Is So Slow And Our Desires So Impatient; The Work Of Progress So Immense And Our Means Of Aiding It So Feeble; The Life Of Humanity Is So Long, That Of The Individual So Brief, That We Often See Only The Ebb Of The Advancing Wave And Are Thus Discouraged. It Is History That Teaches Us To Hope.

I Did Only What My Duty Demanded. I Could Have Taken No Other Course Without Dishonor.