He was thinking; but the glory of the song, the swell from the great organ, the clustered lights, […], the height and vastness of this noble fane, its antiquity and its strength—all these things seemed to have their part as causes of the thrilling emotion that accompanied his thoughts.

The rebels found the suggested terms of surrender unstomachable, and went straight back to fighting.

I'm not moving there; I'd rather stay put.

I am sick of signals and ciphers and secret meetings and such baragouin.