Venice Would Be A Fine City If

The Friend In My Adversity I Shall Always Cherish Most.

One Of My Superstitions Had Always Been When I Started To Go Anywhere Or Do Anything, Not To Turn Back, Or Stop Until The Thing Intended Was Accomplished. I Have Frequently Started To Go Places Where I Had Never Been And To Which I Did Not Know The Way, Depending Upon Making Inquiries On The Road, And If I Got Past The Place Without Knowing It, Instead Of Turning Back, I Would Go Until A Road Was Found Turning In The Right Direction, Take That, And Come In By The Other Side.

... Anything Is Better Than Indecision. We Must Decide. If I Am Wrong, We Shall Soon Find Out And Can Do The Other Thing. But Not To Decide Wastes Both Time And Money And May Ruin Everything.

There Is Nothing More I Should Do To It Now, And Therefore I Am Not Likely To Be More Ready To Go Than At This Moment.

When News Of The Surrender First Reached Our Lines Our Men Commenced Firing A Salute Of A Hundred Guns In Honor Of The Victory. I At Once Sent Word, However, To Have It Stopped. The Confederates Were Now Our Prisoners, And We Did Not Want To Exult Over Their Downfall.