War's Legitimate Object Is More Perfect Peace.

It's A Disagreeable Thing To Be Whipped.

There Will Soon Come An Armed Contest Between Capital And Labor. They Will Oppose Each Other, Not With Words And Arguments, But With Shot And Shell, Gun-powder And Cannon. The Better Classes Are Tired Of The Insane Howling Of The Lower Strata And They Mean To Stop Them.

The War Now Is Away Back In The Past, And You Can Tell What Books Cannot. When You Talk, You Come Down To The Practical Realities Just As They Happened. You All Know This Is Not Soldiering Here. There Is Many A Boy Here Today Who Looks On War As All Glory, But, Boys, It Is All Hell. You Can Bear This Warning Voice To Generations Yet To Come. I Look Upon War With Horror, But If It Has To Come, I Am There.

We Cannot Change The Hearts Of The People Of The South, But We Can Make War So Terrible That They Will Realize The Fact That However Brave And Gallant And Devoted To Their Country Still They Are Mortal And Should Exhaust All Peaceful Remedies Before They Fly To War.

I Know I Had No Hand In Making This War, And I Know I Will Make More Sacrifices To-day Than Any Of You To Secure Peace.