There can be no reconciliation where there is no open warfare. There must be a battle, a brave boisterous battle, with pennants waving and cannon roaring, before there can be peaceful treaties and enthusiastic shaking of hands. – Mary Elizabeth Braddon

All quiet along the Potomac to-night, no sound save the rush of the river, while soft falls the dew on the face of the dead, the pickets off duty forever. – Ethel Lynn Beers