The restaurants are closed and the shutters are up; the occupants of the club rooms are dead, or in prison, or in exile; there is still carousing in taverns, but it is only by the flushed and spendthrift Yankee officers who are willing to pay seventy-five cents for a cobbler.
Reid describes the desolation in Charleston, highlighting the impact of the war on social life and commerce.
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Here was the opportunity for a statesman to grasp.
Above all, if there is a trace of politics in their work, or of seeking for political effect at home, they will fail, and deserve to fail.
Isn’t it better to have the laws in some way take the matter out of their hands and make them work?
It seems to me, then, idle to thresh over old straw when the grain is not only winnowed, but gone to the mill.