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Clara Barton—a wonderful majesty in the simplicity of her character. Sacramento (Cal.) Record-Union.
Like the stories from fairy lore are the accounts, modestly written and simply given, of the tremendous, almost super-human, work done by this little woman. Oakland (Cal.) Tribune.
Clara Barton loved everything that lived. Roanoke (Va.) News.
Bugs and other insects, as well as squirrels and other animals, gave her hourly enjoyment. Clara used to say, “these are my friends, they have as good a right to live as I have.”
“Sister Harriette” L. Reed.
Her love for the farmyard and its animals never left her.
Percy H. Epler.
It was her heroic soul and deep woman sympathy that made Clara Barton strong and brave. William E. Barton.
Nothing endures but personal qualities. Walt Whitman.
Sir John Franklin,—who never turned his back upon a danger, yet of that tenderness that he would not brush away a mosquito.
William Matthews.
I too have a kitty and he is pretty much master of the house. He doesn’t speak German, although I have no doubt he understands it. Clara Barton.
A harmless necessary cat. Merchant of Venice.
A cat may look on a king. Haywood’s Proverbs.
In the night all cats are grey. Cervantes.
When the cat’s away the mice will play. Old Proverbs.
As vigilant as a cat to steal cream. Shakespeare.
It has been the providence of nature to give this creature nine lives, instead of one. Pilpay.
Hang sorrow! Care will kill a cat,
And therefore let’s be merry. George Wither.
Confound the cats! All cats—alway—
Cats of all colors, black, white, gray;
By night a nuisance and by day—
Confound the cats! Dobbin.
Even poverty has its compensation. Clara Barton.
There is neither teacher nor preacher like necessity.
Clara Barton.
No work can retain its vitality without constant action.
Clara Barton.
Though to bed at daylight, or at best midnight, Clara Barton never slept late in the morning. J. B. Hubbell.
Let us each make haste to do the work set before us, in the Providence of God, unostentatiously, thoroughly and well.
Clara Barton.
She looketh well to the ways of her household, and eateth not the bread of idleness. Proverbs.
In October, 1911 (at the age of 90), while she was propped up in bed and seriously ill, I asked “why, Miss Barton, you haven’t a gray hair in your head, have you?” Quick was the response, “I don’t know, I haven’t had time to look.” The Author.
Oftener than I could wish my heart sinks heavily, oppressed with fear that I am falling short of the fulfillment of life’s duties.
Clara Barton.
Domestic Happiness, thou only bliss
Of Providence that hast survived the Fall. Cowper Task.