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All the elements of desolation have traced such lines upon that face as no mortal artist ever drew, and filled it with emotions that no music could incite. Oh, the power of the expression of the face of Clara Barton!Congressman Porter H. Dale.
Welcome ever smilesAnd farewell goes out sighing.Troilus and Cressida.
Welcome ever smilesAnd farewell goes out sighing.Troilus and Cressida.
Welcome ever smilesAnd farewell goes out sighing.Troilus and Cressida.
Welcome ever smiles
And farewell goes out sighing.
Troilus and Cressida.
Her smile which cheered—like the breaking day.
John G. Whittier.
John G. Whittier.
John G. Whittier.
John G. Whittier.
A smile is a thankful hymn.Gerald Massey.
A smile—the effusion of fine intellect, of true courage.
Charlotte Brontë.
Charlotte Brontë.
Charlotte Brontë.
Charlotte Brontë.
A tender smile, our sorrow’s only balm.Young.
Smile and the world smiles with you.Ella Wheeler Wilcox.
A smile that turns the sunny side o’ the heartOn all the world.Elizabeth Barrett Browning.
A smile that turns the sunny side o’ the heartOn all the world.Elizabeth Barrett Browning.
A smile that turns the sunny side o’ the heartOn all the world.Elizabeth Barrett Browning.
A smile that turns the sunny side o’ the heart
On all the world.Elizabeth Barrett Browning.
Duke of Marlborough—his fascinating smile and winning tongue, equally with his word, swayed the destinies of Empires.
William Matthews.
William Matthews.
William Matthews.
William Matthews.
Smiles are the language of love.Hare.
Smiles more sweet than flowers.Shakespeare.
Smiles are better teachers than mightiest words.
George McDonald.
George McDonald.
George McDonald.
George McDonald.
Smiles are smiles only when the heart pulls the wire.
Theodore Winthrop.
Theodore Winthrop.
Theodore Winthrop.
Theodore Winthrop.
Smiles, not allowed to beasts, from reason move.Dryden.
Sweet intercourse of looks and smiles, for smiles from reason flow.
Milton.
Milton.
Milton.
Milton.
There is no society where smiles are not welcomed.
William Matthews.
William Matthews.
William Matthews.
William Matthews.
A beautiful smile is to the female countenance what the sunbeam is to the landscape.Lavater.
Her smiles were like the glowing sunshine.Bullard.
If He has a place and work for me, and I think He has, I believe I am ready.A. Lincoln.
Clara Barton’s energy and humanity, with a “God bless you.â€
Boston (Mass.)Journal.
Boston (Mass.)Journal.
Boston (Mass.)Journal.
Boston (Mass.)Journal.
A noble and attractive everyday bearing comes of goodness, of sincerity, of refinement.William Matthews.
I have no higher ambition than to work obscurely, and singly, where I can see the greatest necessity.Clara Barton.
No being other than the human knows how to wear a smile. A smile is as significant as are words—the smile oft proclaims the mind. Wearing apparel is the gift of man; the smile, the gift of nature. Wearing apparel wears out; the smile that is genuine never wears off. Of a woman it is said her face is her fortune. It also may be said, to rob the world of woman’s smile would leave the human race poor indeed. Of Clara Barton an author has said, “her heart made music and her face radiated sunshine.†Of Clara Barton a soldier said, “No discordant word ever escaped her lips;in camp or on the field she always wore a smile.†Her smile and her cheering words won the heart of the private soldier, the heart of royalty—won the heart of the world.
A woman without effort may receive a “windfall,†in wealth; but success is achieved through personal qualities, by effort. Said a writer: “The life of Clara Barton should be familiarized to every child. Her history and work should be as well known to the young of the nation as those of the great Presidents. Her history should be taught in the public schools for the enlightenment of all pupils, boys and girls, that they may realize how great a task for humanity was undertaken and accomplished, by a weak woman.â€
It was at Fredericksburg. The rising sun was casting its rays aslant the eastern sky. The boys had just come off picket-duty. Their fingers were stiff with cold; their clothes, wet and frozen. Five or six of the comrades went to the rear; there they discharged their rifles. Then they went to a brick house one quarter mile distant—where they found Clara Barton. In anticipation of their proposed call, Clara Barton was ready. She had not forgotten, when a little girl, how she suffered from the cold, fell unconscious in a pew at Church and was taken home with frozen feet. She had for them a “blazing-hot†fire, and also had prepared for them plenty of hot ginger tea. In the gloom of war’s woes all must wear “sorrow’s crown of sorrows;†but, seeing them approaching the house, she met them at the door with a smile—with greetings as kindly as if they had been her long-ago friends, of happier days.
At a recent annual reunion ofherregiment Comrade Vincent, in tears while relating the incident, said“THAT’S CLARA BARTON. I will never forget that smile and that welcome.†In speeding her parting guests, at the door she said: “God bless you, my boys! If I can do anything for you at any time, call on me—it is never too late nor too early. I want you to know you will always find me ready.â€