Canon Bowles.
Charity and personal force are the only investment worth anything. Walt Whitman.
Did universal charity prevail, earth would be a heaven and hell a fable. Colton.
Clara Barton—the candles of her charity lighted the gloom of death. Grand Rapids Herald.
Clara Barton—her beautiful deeds of charity.
Roswell Record.
How white are the fair robes of charity, as she walketh amid the lowly habitations of the poor. Hosea Ballou.
THE KIND OF GIRLS THAT NEEDED HELP
In Miss Barton’s relief work in the overflow of the Ohio River at one of the stops, at Shawneetown, among the people who came on board the boat for relief were two girls. They had evidently told Clara Barton their needs in a private conversation and were leaving, when somebody living in the town came to Miss Barton and quietly told her that she had better not have anything to do with these girls; they were not the kind she should be helping.
Without ostentation, or without making any display about it, she called the girls back, had a long private talk with them and furnished them with all of the supplies they needed, in quiet defiance of the advice which had been volunteered about the character of the girls. Of course her advice would be of a kind that they would never forget through their whole lifetime and would be their guide in the future. And as they left she calmly remarked that they were the kind of girls that probably needed her help more than any others in the place.