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Clara Barton—loved and honored as perhaps no other woman of her day. Tacoma (Wash.)Ledger.

Switzerland is anarmedneutrality in which one has faith.

Clara Barton.

The Red Cross was chosen out of compliment to the Swiss Republic; the Swiss colors being a white cross on a red ground. The badge chosen were those colors reversed.Clara Barton.

Romance is the poetry of literature.Madame Necker.

Romance is always young.Whittier.

Romance—the parent of golden dreams.Byron.

The Red Cross seems to have become the milder romance of war.

Clara Barton.

Love took up the glass of time.Tennyson.

Love will find out the way.Alfred Noyes.

Love took up the harp of life.Locksley Hall.

Love conquers all things.Virgil.

All mankind loves a lover.Emerson.

True love is better than glory.Thackeray.

Love is the beginning of everything.F. W. Boreham.

None but the brave and beautiful can love.Bailey.

Love rules the camp, the court, the grove.

Lay of the Last Minstrel.

A love that makes breath poor, and speech unable.

Shakespeare.

Hail wedded love,Perpetual fountain of domestic sweets.Milton.

Hail wedded love,

Perpetual fountain of domestic sweets.Milton.

Love’s history, as Life’s, is ended not by marriage.

Bayard Taylor.

Love is greater than war, truer than steel, stronger than fear or danger of death.Clara Barton.

The battle had been fought, and on the bloody field lay the wounded. Among these was a Swiss boy who had left his native country, coming to America to fight in the cause of the Union. In her ministerings on the field, Clara Barton had heard of this lad, by name Jules Golay, but had not seen him. He was undergoing a surgical operation. As the knife was doing its work, in great pain he cried out, “Mon Dieu!” Clara Barton heard the cry and went to him. He could not speak in English, but in French Clara Barton while dressing his wound gave him words of sympathy. Daily, as tender as a mother, she cared for him until he recovered.

Only the brave know how to be grateful. The soldier’s gratitude knew no bounds. He did not forget, and awaited his opportunity. Years later Miss Barton was taken ill, and went to Switzerland. Jules begged her to come to his home. There, in her shattered physical condition, she was cared for in greater than a royal palace—a cottage where love reigns. Clara Barton returned to America. The elder Golay died; his family then scattered. The eldest son, Mons A. Golay, came to New York. There his wife, of a

The hand that rocks the cradleIs the hand that rocks the world.William Ross Wallace.

The hand that rocks the cradle

Is the hand that rocks the world.

William Ross Wallace.

THE CLARA BARTON BABY CRADLEI remember my first baby experience, when I was two and one-half years of age.Clara Barton.

SENTIMENT IN HISTORY

THE PET JERSEY CALFThe butcher will not get it.Clara Barton.See page208.

COLONY OF CONSTANTINOPLE DOGS“Dogs in Constantinople are held sacred.”See page345.

year, died also. He, ill and penniless, came to Dansville to see Miss Barton, then convalescing.

Mons A. Golay, recovering his health, went to Chicago and became established there in business with his brother Jules. Jules’ old wounds broke out afresh and in consequence he died, leaving a broken hearted wife and several children. “One woe doth tread upon another’s heel so fast they follow.” The widow soon followed him to the Beyond. The orphan children became the care of Mons. A. Golay, who struggled nobly to provide for them. In his distress over the problem of life, he remembered.

She was a form of life and lightThat seen becomes a part of sightAnd goes wher’er I turn my eyeThe moving star of memory.

She was a form of life and light

That seen becomes a part of sight

And goes wher’er I turn my eye

The moving star of memory.

But the romance does not end here; the romance follows:

A Miss Kupfer while traveling had been stricken with a fever, and was seriously ill at a hotel in Switzerland. There the ever humane Clara Barton took care of her, nursing her back to life. When Miss Kupfer, in her far-away home, heard of Miss Barton’s serious illness she crossed the ocean to be at the bedside of her benefactor, then living at Dansville.

Mons A. Golay revisits Dansville and there, as on former visit, meets the beautiful Miss Kupfer, herself still exemplifying that “the religion of humanity is love.”

“Love is life’s end, an end but never ending.”

The two of foreign birth thus strangely brought together were each of gentle manners, of rare culture,—oflike tastes and alike spiritually. As love is the spiritual friendship of two souls, unwittingly through Miss Barton there became inter-clasped two human loves, the crowning event of all human bliss.

It was one of the happiest of occasions in her home at Dansville when Miss Barton gave away the bride,—Miss Kupfer becoming Mrs. Mons A. Golay, and the guardian spirit of the little children needing a mother’s care. The romance of two continents, which reads like a fiction resulted in a happy family, in an ideal American home.

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