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 dungeon, and the terms of peace, proclaimed by a Southern-born President, in prosecutions for ‘treason,’ disfranchisement, and confiscation. Then came the temptation to war, forever, in the hedges, by-ways and swamps, ‘until death should better him.’ There came the calm voice of Lee—‘The South requires her sons more now than at any period in her history. I have no thought of abandoning her, unless compelled to do so.’ The weary soldier put aside his thought of vengeance and trudged on home. He found the slave his political master, his home in ruins and his fields in weeds and waste. There was not seed enough to plant a crop, nor work animals enough for the plough. He saw famine kill what war had spared, and strangers sit in judgment seats, while bayonets made law. He was met and cheered by women, and opposing courage and fortitude to oppression and folly, he despised despair, and taught the world ‘how sublime it is to suffer and grow strong.’
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