We had better drop it entirely, once for all." "Perhaps we had; but it grieves me sorely, even to think of my only brother taking part with the hirelings of the North in an attempt to subdue the free, untamed, and untamable South.

It would not hurt my feelings more to know that you were a buccaneer, roving on the ocean for the plunder of all nations." "You should also consider my feelings when I think of you in armed rebellion against the best government God ever allowed to exist; that my own brother is a rebel and a traitor, who is liable to be shot or hung for his armed treason." This was too much for Homer, and he gave vent to his emotion in a laugh at the picture his brother had drawn.

He walked the library, and chuckled as though he were actually amused at the remarks of the other; and perhaps he was.
"I am really and heartily sorry for you, Horatio.

Your future, I fear, will be terribly dark.

Of course, all business will cease at the North: the grass will grow in the streets of New York and other large cities.
You have an immense fortune, which I do not believe you can retain a single year; for the war is not to be confined to Southern soil, but will be carried into the North, where the expenses of our men will be paid by the enemy." "I think we had better confine our attention to the present, and let the future take care of itself," said Horatio, with a smile at the prophetic croakings of his brother.
"Be that as it may, though I feel confident that all I predict will come to pass, I desire to have one thing understood: when you have lost your fortune, or wasted it on the hireling armies of the North, or on ships for its navy, you may always be sure of a home at Glenfield for yourself and all your family." "If you do not lose or waste all that you have on the army of the other side," added Horatio with a smile.