The Devil's Name Is Dullness.

They Do Not Know What They Say. If It Came To A Conflict Of Arms, The War Will Last At Least Four Years. Northern Politicians Will Not Appreciate The Determination And Pluck Of The South, And Southern Politicians Do Not Appreciate The Numbers, Resources, And Patient Perseverance Of The North. Both Sides Forget That We Are All Americans. I Foresee That Our Country Will Pass Through A Terrible Ordeal, A Necessary Expiation, Perhaps, For Our National Sins.

We Must Enlist Our Own Snake And Strike Like A Cobra Against Their Vitals With An Attack On Washington.

The War... Was An Unnecessary Condition Of Affairs, And Might Have Been Avoided If Forebearance And Wisdom Had Been Practiced On Both Sides.

Our Country Demands All Our Strength, All Our Energies. To Resist The Powerful Combination Now Forming Against Us Will Require Every Man At His Place. If Victorious, We Will Have Everything To Hope For In The Future. If Defeated, Nothing Will Be Left For Us To Live For.

I Tremble For My Country When I Hear Of Confidence Expressed In Me. I Know Too Well My Weakness, That Our Only Hope Is In God.