The Voice Of The People Is The

I Think I Understand What Military Fame Is; To Be Killed On The Field Of Battle And Have Your Name Misspelled In The Newspapers.

The Whole Army Is Burning With An Insatiable Desire To Wreak Violence Upon South Carolina. I Almost Tremble For Her Fate.

I Beg To Present You As A Christmas Gift The City Of Savannah.

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.

...[we] Must Stop These Swarms Of Jews Who Are Trading, Bartering And Robbing.