Upon my weary heart was showered smiles, plaudits and flowers, but beyond them I saw troubles and thorns innumerable.
Without doing injustice to the living, it may safely be asserted that our loss is irreparable; and that among the shining hosts of the great and good who now cluster around the banner of the country, there exists no purer spirit, no more heroic soul, than that of the illustrious man whose death I join you in lamenting.
Pray excuse me. I cannot take it.
Our armies were in as much chaos in victory as theirs in defeat.
The authors of all our misfortune.
How idle is this prating about natural rights as though still containing all that had been forfeited.
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