I Intend To Make Georgia Howl.

I Beg To Present You As A Christmas Gift The City Of Savannah.

I Confess, Without Shame, That I Am Sick And Tired Of Fighting — Its Glory Is All Moonshine; Even Success The Most Brilliant Is Over Dead And Mangled Bodies, With The Anguish And Lamentations Of Distant Families, Appealing To Me For Sons, Husbands, And Fathers ... It Is Only Those Who Have Never Heard A Shot, Never Heard The Shriek And Groans Of The Wounded And Lacerated ... That Cry Aloud For More Blood, More Vengeance, More Desolation.

You People Of The South Don't Know What You Are Doing. This Country Will Be Drenched In Blood, And God Only Knows How It Will End. It Is All Folly, Madness, A Crime Against Civilization! You People Speak So Lightly Of War; You Don't Know What You're Talking About.

The Scenes On This Field Would Have Cured Anybody Of War.

If Nominated By Either Party, I Should Peremptorily Decline, And Even If Unanimously Elected, I Should Decline To Serve.