I Was Raised To Farm Work.

The Loss Of Enemies Does Not Compensate For The Loss Of Friends.

I Could As Easily Bail Out The Potomac River With A Teaspoon As Attend To All The Details Of The Army.

Kindness Is The Only Service That Will Stand The Storm Of Life And Not Wash Out. It Will Wear Well And Will Be Remembered Long After The Prism Of Politeness Or The Complexion Of Courtesy Has Faded Away.

And You Are Entirely Free From Head-ache? That Is Good -- Good -- Considering It Is The First Spring You Have Been Free From It Since We Were Acquainted. I Am Afraid You Will Get So Well, And Fat, And Young, As To Be Wanting To Marry Again.

The People When Rightly And Fully Trusted Will Return The Trust.