Clara Barton.
Life is so short at best. Clara Barton.
It’s now three minutes past twelve and I am thirty-three. Alas, my friend, the years pass swiftly by, but I do not regret them so much for what I have done, as what I might have done. Byron.
HAD BUT A FEW MOMENTS TO LIVE
Clara Barton supplied the place of mother and sister to the sick soldiers, and this she did for many months, while in the deadly miasma of the South Carolina marshes. Much of this time she was with the soldiers and facing the guns of Fort Wagner. There with the shot and shell whistling about her, the heroic woman could be seen at all hours of the day and night stooping over the wounded soldiers, and tenderly administering to their wants. An officer who had been with the Army of the Potomac said that he had seen this woman upon the field of battle, sitting with the head of a dying soldier in her lap, apparently unconcerned and then only for the comfort of the poor fellow who had but a few moments to live.
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Clara Barton—representing the mercy and magnanimity of the nation. Columbus (Ohio) Despatch.
Clara Barton—her works of mercy in war and peace made her an international figure. New York Tribune.
Everybody’s business was nobody’s business, and the stricken victims perished. Clara Barton.
The door that never creaked a hinge for the feeble child of want may swing wide open at the thundering knock of the Marshal’s Staff. Clara Barton.