If Nominated, I Won't Run; If Elected,

War Is Cruelty, And You Cannot Refine It.

You People Of The South Don't Know What You Are Doing. This Country Will Be Drenched In Blood, And God Only Knows How It Will End. It Is All Folly, Madness, A Crime Against Civilization! You People Speak So Lightly Of War; You Don't Know What You're Talking About.

There Will Soon Come An Armed Contest Between Capital And Labor. They Will Oppose Each Other, Not With Words And Arguments, But With Shot And Shell, Gun-powder And Cannon. The Better Classes Are Tired Of The Insane Howling Of The Lower Strata And They Mean To Stop Them.

If Nominated, I Won't Run; If Elected, I Won't Serve.

Though I Never Ordered It, And Never Wished For It, I Have Never Shed Any Tears Over The Event, Because I Believe That It Hastened What We All Fought For, The End Of The War.