My advice is to unmobilize 'em again, and get 'em in line.
I don't believe in mobs.
They are apt to get mixed, and popp off each other.
Millingtery disipline is a commander's best holt.
Little FILL SHERIDAN is comin' over to see you fite.
FILLIP is a plucky little cuss. He allers used to fite in the Calvary.
I don't believe he likes Infant-ry, for he remains onmarried.
If "Old 20 miles away" calls on you, tell him I've got a gal, smarter'n a 2 year colt, he can have by the askin'. She's a good cook, and can do up a shirt el commee faw, and you know what that is, better'n I do.
Don't appint your wife Re-gent. It will be a sorry day for you, if you do.
I appinted Mrs. G. in that position durin' the Honey moon of our wedded life, and the old gal has hung onto the Specter ever since, and she wields it with a cast-iron hand. As somebody says: