The War...must Go On Till The Last

Without Doing Injustice To The Living, It May Safely Be Asserted That Our Loss Is Irreparable; And That Among The Shining Hosts Of The Great And Good Who Now Cluster Around The Banner Of The Country, There Exists No Purer Spirit, No More Heroic Soul, Than That Of The Illustrious Man Whose Death I Join You In Lamenting.

The Authors Of All Our Misfortune.

Lay Aside All Rancor, All Bitter Sectional Feeling, And To Make Your Places In The Ranks Of Those Who Will Bring About A Consummation Devoutly To Be Wished—a Reunited Country.

Your Little Army, Derided For Its Want Of Arms, Derided For Its Lack Of All The Essential Material Of War, Has Met The Grand Army Of The Enemy, Routed It At Every Point, And Now It Flies, Inglorious In Retreat Before Our Victorious Columns. We Have Taught Them A Lesson In Their Invasion Of The Sacred Soil Of Virginia.

Among Our Neighbors Of Central And Southern America, We See The Caucasian Mingled With The Indian And The African. They Have The Forms Of Free Government, Because They Have Copied Them. To Its Benefits They Have Not Attained, Because That Standard Of Civilization Is Above Their Race. Revolution Succeeds Revolution, And The Country Mourns That Some Petty Chief May Triumph, And Through A Sixty Days' Government Ape The Rulers Of The Earth.