I beg to present you as a Christmas gift the city of Savannah.

You cannot qualify war in harsher terms than I will.

If you don't have my army supplied, and keep it supplied, we'll eat your mules up, sir.

You may as well say, 'That's a valiant flea that dare eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion.

But, my dear sirs, when peace does come, you may call on me for any thing. Then will I share with you the last cracker, and watch with you to shield your homes and families against danger from every quarter.

You cannot qualify war in harsher terms than I will. War is cruelty, and you cannot refine it; and those who brought war into our country deserve all the curses and maledictions a people can pour out. I know I had no hand in making this war, and I know I will make more sacrifices to-day than any of you to secure peace.