Whitelaw Reid: “Brushing aside, then, these bugbears, gentlemen, what are the obvious duties of the hour?”

Suppose it to be merely a war in defense of our own just rights and interests.

We are all washed under, and the most of us only live peaceable lives by the sufferance of our Rebel neighbors.

With her, then, we should most sedulously cherish a cordial friendship, and nothing would tend more to knit our affections than to be fighting once more, side by side, in the same cause.

These Southern Rebels have their fate in their own keeping, and they are nursing their wrath to keep it warm.