There's Nothing Left . . . But

I Never Justify, Sustain, Or In Any Way Or To Any Extent Uphold This Cruel, Heartless, Aimless Unnecessary War.

With The Union My Best And Dearest Earthly Hopes Are Entwined.

The Revenue Of The Country, Levied Almost Insensibly To The Taxpayer, Goes On From Year To Year, Increasing Beyond Either The Interests Or The Prospective Wants Of The Government.

There's Nothing Left . . . But To Get Drunk.

I Speak Of The War As Fruitless; For It Is Clear That, Prosecuted Upon The Basis Of The Proclamations Of September 22d And September 24th, 1862, Prosecuted, As I Must Understand These Proclamations, To Say Nothing Of The Kindred Blood Which Has Followed, Upon The Theory Of Emancipation, Devastation, Subjugation, It Cannot Fail To Be Fruitless In Every Thing Except The Harvest Of Woe Which It Is Ripening For What Was Once The Peerless Republic.