Now it's every department for itself and God help General McClellan! He has my sympathy! He has a dirty job on his hands half done, and they won't let him finish it!" And again the same impatient voice broke out contemptuously: "War?
These two years haven't been two years of war! They've been two years of a noisy, gaudy, rough and tumble! Bull Run was _opera bouffe_! The rest of it has been one fantastic and bloody carnival! Did anybody ever before see such a grandmother's rag bag of uniforms in an American army! What in hell do we want of zouaves in French uniforms, cavalry, armed with Austrian lances, ridiculous rocket-batteries, Polish riders, Hungarian hussars, grenadiers, mounted rifles, militia and volunteers in every garb, carrying every arm ever created by foreign armourers and military tailors!.

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But I rather guess that the fancy-dress-ball era is just about over.

I've a notion that we're coming down to the old-fashioned army blue again.