The Time For Compromise Has Now Passed,

Nothing Fills Me With Deeper Sadness Than To See A Southern Man Apologizing For The Defense We Made Of Our Inheritance. Our Cause Was So Just, So Sacred, That Had I Known All That Has Come To Pass, Had I Known What Was To Be Inflicted Upon Me, All That My Country Was To Suffer, All That Our Posterity Was To Endure, I Would Do It All Over 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.

A Question Settled By Violence, Or In Disregard Of Law, Must Remain Unsettled Forever.

It Is Our Duty To Keep The Memory Of Our Heroes Green. Yet They Belong To The Whole Country; They Belong To America.

Your Little Army, Derided For Its Want Of Arms, Derided For Its Lack Of All The Essential Material Of War, Has Met The Grand Army Of The Enemy, Routed It At Every Point, And Now It Flies, Inglorious In Retreat Before Our Victorious Columns. We Have Taught Them A Lesson In Their Invasion Of The Sacred Soil Of Virginia.