North And South Were Equally Confident That

It Was Part Of Your Religion To Hate The British.

Sitting By The Chimney Corner As We Grow Old, The Commonest Things Around Us Take On Live Meanings And Hint At The Difference Between These Driving Times And The Calm, Slow Moving Days When We Were Young.

Men And Women Thought And Did Noble And Mean Things That Would Have Been Impossible To Them Before Or After. A Man Cannot Drink Old Bourbon Long And Remain In His Normal Condition. We Did Not Drink Bourbon, But Blood.

Reform Is Born Of Need, Not Pity. No Vital Movement Of The People Has Worked Down, For Good Or Evil; Fermented, Instead, Carried Up The Heaving, Cloggy Mass.

Our Young People Have Come To Look Upon War As A Kind Of Beneficent Deity, Which Not Only Adds To The National Honor But Uplifts A Nation And Develops Patriotism And Courage. That Is All True. But It Is Only Fair, Too, To Let Them Know That The Garments Of The Deity Are Filthy And That Some Of Her Influences Debase And Befoul A People.