Whilst Sherman advances northward, the sea closes behind him, and lifts up its unfettered hands on high. He leaves not even a trace of his conquering keel over the vast expanse he has crossed. The subjugation of such a territory as that of the Confederacy is simply an impossibility, if the people are true to themselves. Borne down in one place, we will rise in another, and let him discover that he has a war on his hands which will last as long as his most passionate desires for bloodshed can demand. We cannot yield life, honor, property, freedom, all that makes us men, without struggling till every hand is paralyzed and every heart grows cold in death.
