The Scenes On This Field Would Have

The North Can Make A Steam Engine, Locomotive Or Railway Car; Hardly A Yard Of Cloth Or A Pair Of Shoes Can You Make. You Are Rushing Into War With One Of The Most Powerful, Ingeniously Mechanical And Determined People On Earth - Right At Your Doors. You Are Bound To Fail. Only In Spirit And Determination Are You Prepared For War. In All Else You Are Totally Unprepared, With A Bad Cause To Start With.

I Found So Many Jews And Speculators Here Trading In Cotton, And Secessionists Had Become So Open In Refusing Anything But Gold, That I Have Felt Myself Bound To Stop It. The Gold Can Have But One Use - The Purchase Of Arms And Ammunition... Of Course, I Have Respected All Permits By Yourself Or The Secretary Of The Treasury, But In These New Cases (swarms Of Jews), I Have Stopped It.

I Am Tired And Sick Of War. Its Glory Is All Moonshine. It Is Only Those Who Have Neither Fired A Shot Nor Heard The Shrieks And Groans Of The Wounded Who Cry Aloud For Blood, For Vengeance, For Desolation. War Is Hell.

The Voice Of The People Is The Voice Of Humbug.

You People Speak So Lightly Of War; You Don't Know What You're Talking About. War Is A Terrible Thing!