LIII
Wherever flowers cannot be reared, there man cannot live.
Napoleon.
Napoleon.
Napoleon.
Napoleon.
A rose to the living is sweet.Clara Barton.
The roses are sweet, and blessed be they who bring them into one’s life.Clara Barton.
A heaven-sent gift, and blessing, is the rose,Its grace inspireth aspirations high.E. G. Browne.
A heaven-sent gift, and blessing, is the rose,Its grace inspireth aspirations high.E. G. Browne.
A heaven-sent gift, and blessing, is the rose,Its grace inspireth aspirations high.E. G. Browne.
A heaven-sent gift, and blessing, is the rose,
Its grace inspireth aspirations high.E. G. Browne.
The red rose has been blazoned with a boar’s head on the Barton crest ever since the War of the Roses.
Dr. William E. Barton.
Dr. William E. Barton.
Dr. William E. Barton.
Dr. William E. Barton.
All the world brings its roses to the bier of Clara Barton.
Grand Rapids Herald.
Grand Rapids Herald.
Grand Rapids Herald.
Grand Rapids Herald.
My life is like the summer roseThat opens to the sky,But ere the shades of evening closeIs scattered on the ground—to die.Richard Henry Wilde.
My life is like the summer roseThat opens to the sky,But ere the shades of evening closeIs scattered on the ground—to die.Richard Henry Wilde.
My life is like the summer roseThat opens to the sky,But ere the shades of evening closeIs scattered on the ground—to die.Richard Henry Wilde.
My life is like the summer rose
That opens to the sky,
But ere the shades of evening close
Is scattered on the ground—to die.
Richard Henry Wilde.
There’s the rosemary, that’s for remembrance;—and there is pansies, that’s for thoughts.Shakespeare.
Once Friendship weaves its silken bandIt cannot be by time or distance broken;And severed friends are bound by Mem’ry’s handMore closely by some little simple token.
Once Friendship weaves its silken bandIt cannot be by time or distance broken;And severed friends are bound by Mem’ry’s handMore closely by some little simple token.
Once Friendship weaves its silken bandIt cannot be by time or distance broken;And severed friends are bound by Mem’ry’s handMore closely by some little simple token.
Once Friendship weaves its silken band
It cannot be by time or distance broken;
And severed friends are bound by Mem’ry’s hand
More closely by some little simple token.
The “Pansy Pin,” of which so much has been written, and which Miss Barton continually wore, was given toher by the Grand Duchess of Baden. The pin is about as large as the case of a lady’s watch and in the shape of a pansy. The five petals are splendid amethysts and a single large beautiful pearl rests in the center, like a dew drop. The gift was accompanied with the words: “This is a simple gift, but it is a pansy which means ‘for thoughts.’”
Jeweler—“Miss Barton, do you know the value of that pin?”
Miss Barton—“No, sir, it was a present to me.”
Jeweler—“Each of these jewels is almost priceless. They represent a king’s ransom.”
Miss Barton—“The pin is priceless to me. I always wear it ‘for thoughts’ of a very dear friend.”