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We Don't Often Look Into These Unpleasant Details Of Our Great Struggle. We All Prefer To Think That Every Man Who Wore The Blue Or Gray Was A Philip Sidney At Heart.

You Were Only Truly Patriotic If You Had A Laborer For A Grandfather And Were Glad Of It.

Crime, To The Man Of The Forties, Was An Alien Monstrous Terror.

The Sun, The Earth, Love, Friends, Our Very Breath Are Parts Of The Banquet.

The New Englander Landed On A Stony, Barren Tract, And A Large Share Of His Strength During Two Centuries Has Gone To Force A Living Out Of It. Hence He Has Come To Regard Economy - A Necessary Unpleasant Quality At Best - As The Chief Of Virtues. He Has Cultivated Habits Which Verge On Closeness In Dealing With Food, And With The Expression Of Feeling, And Even - His Enemies Think - With Feeling Itself.