The Voice Of The People Is The

I Confess, Without Shame, That I Am Sick And Tired Of Fighting — Its Glory Is All Moonshine; Even Success The Most Brilliant Is Over Dead And Mangled Bodies, With The Anguish And Lamentations Of Distant Families, Appealing To Me For Sons, Husbands, And Fathers ... It Is Only Those Who Have Never Heard A Shot, Never Heard The Shriek And Groans Of The Wounded And Lacerated ... That Cry Aloud For More Blood, More Vengeance, More Desolation.

I See Every Chance Of A Long, Confused And Disorganizing Civil War, And I Feel No Desire To Take A Hand Therein.

But, My Dear Sirs, When Peace Does Come, You May Call On Me For Any Thing. Then Will I Share With You The Last Cracker, And Watch With You To Shield Your Homes And Families Against Danger From Every Quarter.

I Will Accept No Commission That Would Tend To Create A Rivalry With Grant. I Want Him To Hold What He Has Earned And Got. I Have All The Rank I Want.

I Will Not Accept If Nominated, And Will Not Serve If Elected.