McClellan was once speaking to the President of a promising young officer who was slain at the cattle of Bull’s run. “Oh,” said the American Chief, “if there was doubt about his being skilled while living, no one doubts but that he’s (s) killed now.”
A foot in it.
When Admiral Foote was appointed to command the South Atlantic squadron, he bade Welles to see that the Admiral’s ship was quite sea-worthy. “How is it you are so particular,” said the Naval Chief. “Why,” said Lincoln, with a chuckle, “have I not placed my Foot in it.”
Lincoln to Ewell,
On his not forcing Hill to cross the Potomac.
“Dear Ewell,” wrote Lincoln, one day in a pet,
“Your tactics have ended in loss;
You have let Hill escape, I will venture to bet,
It’s myself and not him you made cross.
Why were you so blinded by Hill’s little ruse?