Retreat? No. I Propose To Attach At

When News Of The Surrender First Reached Our Lines Our Men Commenced Firing A Salute Of A Hundred Guns In Honor Of The Victory. I At Once Sent Word, However, To Have It Stopped. The Confederates Were Now Our Prisoners, And We Did Not Want To Exult Over Their Downfall.

It Was My Fortune, Or Misfortune, To Be Called To The Office Of Chief Executive Without Any Previous Political Training.

It Will Be All Right If It Turns Out All Right.

Venice Would Be A Fine City If It Were Only Drained.

I Read The Story And Reread The Story, But I Still Could Not Find The Universality That The Little Irishman Had Spoken Of. All I Saw In The Story Was Some Irishmen Meeting In A Room And Talking Politics. What Had That To Do With America, Especially With My People? It Was Not Until Years Later That I Saw What He Meant ... I Began To Listen, To Listen Closely To How They Talked About Their Heroes, To How They Talked About The Dead And How Great The Dead Had Once Been. I Heard It Everywhere.