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Clara Barton—Let all flags fly at half-mast, and all the world stand reverently with uncovered head.
Richmond(Va.)Leader.
Richmond(Va.)Leader.
Richmond(Va.)Leader.
Richmond(Va.)Leader.
The world stands with uncovered head.
Chicago (Ills.)Inter-Ocean.
Chicago (Ills.)Inter-Ocean.
Chicago (Ills.)Inter-Ocean.
Chicago (Ills.)Inter-Ocean.
A grateful world pays tribute to her. Boston (Mass.)Pilot.
Her soul goes marching on. Boston (Mass.)Journal.
The pomp that is attendant on funerals feeds rather the vanity of the living than does honor to the dead.Rochefoucauld.
Let me not be made to appear proud and fond of vain show, when I am dead.John Burroughs.
When her mother died Clara Barton wore no evidence of mourning.The Author.
Clara Barton said that death was only one of the things of life, a part of life. She is not dead; I cannot even say she is away.
Alice Hubbard—InThe Fra.
Alice Hubbard—InThe Fra.
Alice Hubbard—InThe Fra.
Alice Hubbard—InThe Fra.
Clara Barton still lives.Father Tyler.
Great sorrows speak not.C. Marat.
The deeper the sorrow the less the tongue has it.Talmud.
Suspect that sorrow which is anxious to show itself.Ruzzik.
Some grief shows much loveBut much of grief shows still some want of wit.Romeo and Juliet.
Some grief shows much loveBut much of grief shows still some want of wit.Romeo and Juliet.
Some grief shows much loveBut much of grief shows still some want of wit.Romeo and Juliet.
Some grief shows much love
But much of grief shows still some want of wit.
Romeo and Juliet.
Excess of grief for the deceased is madness; for it is an injury to the living and the dead knows it not.Xenophon.
Christ never preached any funeral sermons.
Rev. D. L. Moody.
Rev. D. L. Moody.
Rev. D. L. Moody.
Rev. D. L. Moody.
I cannot go to Heaven until my work is done.Clara Barton.
How often I have wondered whether or not the souls will know us in the Great Beyond.Clara Barton.
The Red Cross is a peculiar institution, without nationality, race, creed or sect, embracing the entire world in its humanizing bond of brotherhood; without arbitrary laws or rules, and yet stronger than armies and higher than thrones.Clara Barton.
The world is my country; to do good is my religion.
Tom Paine.
Tom Paine.
Tom Paine.
Tom Paine.
I know no section. In the labors that have come to me the nations of the world, and their strange tongues, have become my own.Clara Barton.
Just to have seen the collection of flags from all over the world, brought together through the mercy and loving kindness of one woman, made us feel that a Peace Proclamation is not an improbable thing.Alice Hubbard.
There flowed in upon Clara Barton blessings uttered in all tongues known among men. Portland (Ore.)Telegram.
All nations shall call you blessed.Malachai.
Charon, the ancient guide over the River Styx, was peculiarly equipped to serve departing souls. Followingthe souls’ escape from earth, mourning customs are as numerous as are tribes and nations, as varied as are nationalities. At funerals, lives have been sacrificed, human forms disfigured, mourners employed, bells rung, lighted candles used—to serve their respective purposes, as have food, jewels, implements and weapons at the “last resting place.”
Go, call for the mourners and raise the lament,Let the tresses be torn and the garments be rent,—
Go, call for the mourners and raise the lament,Let the tresses be torn and the garments be rent,—
Go, call for the mourners and raise the lament,Let the tresses be torn and the garments be rent,—
Go, call for the mourners and raise the lament,
Let the tresses be torn and the garments be rent,—
Funerals and memorials sometimes are to honor the dead; sometimes to cater to the vanity of the living; sometimes seemingly to strengthen an organization, social, religious, political, but in every instance following custom’s ways. Were not the public funeral display the custom, it would be sacrilege—custom sanctifies barbarity. Averse to personal display Clara Barton was also averse to the use of any custom of public mourning.
At the memorial held in honor of America’s greatest humanitarian, soon after her passing, the stage and the boxes of the theatre were decorated with flags that had been given to Clara Barton by grateful nations. Some were of silk, rich and magnificent; some, battle-stained and bullet-scarred. Some she had carried on the battlefield along with the Red Cross flag, the emblem to the sick, wounded and dying, that an Angel of Mercy was winging her way to their presence. There were the flags of England, Germany, Austria, Belgium, Italy, Norway, France, Russia, Cuba, Prussia, Holland, Greece, Switzerland, Turkey—and the flag of the United States.
To me remains nor place nor time;My country is in every clime.
To me remains nor place nor time;My country is in every clime.
To me remains nor place nor time;My country is in every clime.
To me remains nor place nor time;
My country is in every clime.
Anticipating that there might be a memorial for her by the Philadelphia School of Nurses, Clara Barton thus advised the President: “Do not make it a serious occasion; let the people laugh if they want to, and tell stories and have a good time. There is no reason why it should be serious.”
When I am dead, no pageant trainShall waste their sorrows at my bier.
When I am dead, no pageant trainShall waste their sorrows at my bier.
When I am dead, no pageant trainShall waste their sorrows at my bier.
When I am dead, no pageant train
Shall waste their sorrows at my bier.