as a people engaged in “ the pursuit of fame, fortune, and honours;” not of honour, but of “ honours.”
It is nothing, probably, but a clumsy phrase; yet critics roused to anger cry out against it, as the very accent of a Caesar.
Fame, fortune, and honours!
Are these things the ideals to be held before American youth?
Snakes hide in grass-Caesars may lurk in an unguarded phrase.
A whisper of the President
's doubts and fears arrives at Headquarters
, in the St. Charles Hotel
The adjutants want a little more “vigour;” and Sheridan
, who never stops to weigh his words telegraphs to his friend the Secretary of War