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With a strong, brilliant, cultivated mind was united a gentle, tender, loving heart, and nothing was too great, nothing too small to enlist Miss Barton’s earnest thought and tender sympathy.

Harriette L. Reed,

Past National Secy. Woman’s Relief Corps.

Men are what their mothers make them.

Ralph Waldo Emerson.

All I have, and am, I owe to my mother. A. Lincoln.

All that I am my mother made me. John Quincy Adams.

Work and words are for the individual soldier—what he does, sees, feels or thinks in the dread hours of leaden rain and iron hail.

Clara Barton.

I remember my mother’s prayers, and they have always followed me. They have clung to me all my life. A. Lincoln.

Happy he

With such a mother! faith in womankind

Beats with his blood, and trust in all things high

Comes easy to him. Tennyson.

As the years sped on and the hands were stilled, there shone the gleam of the far sighted mother’s watchfulness that neither toil could obscure nor time relax. Clara Barton.

His sweetest dreams were still of that dear voice that soothed his infancy. Southey.