It isn't only the feeding of fresh young boys to rebel batteries that grieves me, though God knows that's not a thing that bears thinking about.

It's the bitterness and hate within the people.

Will it ever die down, Mr.Secretary ?" Lincoln was very grave, and his face was set like a man in anguish.
Seward, deeply moved, rose and stood beside him, laying a hand on his shoulder.
"And for what, Mr.President ?" he cried.

"That is the question I ask myself.

We are faced by such a problem as no man ever before had to meet.