There Is Nothing Left To Do But

I Find The Remark, "tis Distance Lends Enchantment To The View" Is No Less True Of The Political Than Of The Natural World.

I Cannot Find Any Authority In The Constitution For Public Charity.

I Speak Of The War As Fruitless; For It Is Clear That, Prosecuted Upon The Basis Of The Proclamations Of September 22d And September 24th, 1862, Prosecuted, As I Must Understand These Proclamations, To Say Nothing Of The Kindred Blood Which Has Followed, Upon The Theory Of Emancipation, Devastation, Subjugation, It Cannot Fail To Be Fruitless In Every Thing Except The Harvest Of Woe Which It Is Ripening For What Was Once The Peerless Republic.

I Never Justify, Sustain, Or In Any Way Or To Any Extent Uphold This Cruel, Heartless, Aimless Unnecessary War.

There's Nothing Left . . . But To Get Drunk.