Recollections of Abraham Lincoln, 1847-1865Lamon, Ward Hill
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Recollections of Abraham Lincoln, 1847-1865
Lamon, Ward Hill
Lincoln, Abraham, 1809-1865
General McClellan was as bitterly disliked by the politicians of the
country as he was cordially loved by the troops under his command.
Whatever may be said by the enemies of this unsuccessful general, it
must be remembered that he took command of the Army of the Potomac when
it was composed of a mass of undisciplined and poorly armed men. Yet
after fighting some of the hardest battles of the war, he left it, in
less than eighteen months, a splendid military organization, well
prepared for the accomplishment of the great achievements afterward
attained by General Grant. At the time McClellan took command of that
army, the South was powerful in all the elements of successful warfare.
It had much changed when General Grant took command. Long strain had
greatly weakened and exhausted the forces and resources of the South.
There had come a change from the former buoyant bravery of hope to the
desperate bravery of doubtful success; and it may well be questioned
whether any commander could have crushed the rebellion in the time
during which General McClellan was at the head of the army. That he
lacked aggressiveness must be admitted by his most ardent admirers. His
greatness as a defensive general precluded this quality.[7]
[7] Page 199, last line, after the word "quality."
While reading over some of the appealing telegrams sent to the War
Department by General McClellan, Lincoln said, "It seems to me that
McClellan has been wandering around and has got lost. He's been
hollering for help ever since he went south--wants somebody to come to
his deliverance and get him out of the place he's got into. He reminds
me of the story of a man out in Illinois, who, in company with a number
of friends, visited the state penitentiary. They wandered all through
the institution and saw everything, but just about the time to depart,
this man became separated from his friends and couldn't find his way
out. At last he came across a convict who was looking out from between
the bars of his cell door; he hastily asked: 'Say! How do you get out of
this place?'"
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