But I never wanted to put my arms round his neck As I used to want to with Johnston.” The two sayings Make a good epitaph for so Scotch a ghost, Or would if they were all. They are not quite all, He had to write his reminiscences, too, And tell what he would have done if it had not been For Davis and chance and a dozen turns of the wheel. That was the thistle in him⁠—the other strain⁠— But he was older then. I’d like to have seen him That day as he galloped along beside Beauregard, Sabreur and dominie planning the battle-lines. They’d ordered Jackson up to the threatened left But Beauregard was sure that the main assault Would come on the right. He’d planned it so⁠—a good plan⁠— But once the blocks start moving, they keep on moving.