"My friend Langdon here, has taken an oath to sleep in the White House.

We also intend to make a triumphal march through Philadelphia, and then down Broadway in New York.

You would not have us break our oaths or change our purposes." "It's true, Dick," said Harry, "we can't do either.

We'd like to oblige you Yankees, but we must make those triumphal parades through Philadelphia and New York." "I should have known that I couldn't reason with you Johnny Rebs," said Dick, smiling, "but I hope that none of you will get killed, and here and now I make you a promise." "What is it, Dick ?" asked Harry.
"When you suffer your final defeat, and all of you become my prisoners, I'll treat you well.

I'll turn you loose in a Blue-grass pasture, and you can roam as you please within its limits." "Thank you," said Happy Tom, "but I'm no Nebuchadnezzar.