It Will Be All Right If It

I Felt Like Anything Rather Than Rejoicing At The Downfall Of A Foe Who Had Fought So Long And Valiantly, And Had Suffered So Much For A Cause, Though That Cause Was, I Believe, One Of The Worst For Which A People Ever Fought, And One For Which There Was The Least Excuse.

I Read The Story And Reread The Story, But I Still Could Not Find The Universality That The Little Irishman Had Spoken Of. All I Saw In The Story Was Some Irishmen Meeting In A Room And Talking Politics. What Had That To Do With America, Especially With My People? It Was Not Until Years Later That I Saw What He Meant ... I Began To Listen, To Listen Closely To How They Talked About Their Heroes, To How They Talked About The Dead And How Great The Dead Had Once Been. I Heard It Everywhere.

Oh, I Am Heartily Tired Of Hearing About What Lee Is Going To Do. Some Of You Always Seem To Think He Is Suddenly Going To Turn A Double Somersault, And Land In Our Rear And On Both Of Our Flanks At The Same Time. Go Back To Your Command, And Try To Think What Are We Going To Do Ourselves, Instead Of What Lee Is Going To Do.

I'm Afraid I'm Elected.

But My Later Experience Has Taught Me Two Lessons: First, That Things Are Seen Plainer After The Events Have Occurred; Second, That The Most Confident Critics Are Generally Those Who Know The Least About The Matter Criticised.