The two of foreign birth thus strangely brought together were each of gentle manners, of rare culture,—of like tastes and alike spiritually. As love is the spiritual friendship of two souls, unwittingly through Miss Barton there became inter-clasped two human loves, the crowning event of all human bliss.
It was one of the happiest of occasions in her home at Dansville when Miss Barton gave away the bride,—Miss Kupfer becoming Mrs. Mons A. Golay, and the guardian spirit of the little children needing a mother’s care. The romance of two continents, which reads like a fiction resulted in a happy family, in an ideal American home.
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Clara Barton’s monument is the gratitude of humanity.
Boston (Mass.) Record.
Deeds, not stones, are the true monuments of the great.
Motley.
The grave, dread thing! Men shiver when thou’rt named; nature, appalled, shakes off her wonted firmness. Robert Blair.
An immortal hope was in her gaze and in her soul—in her life she did everything thoroughly. What more natural than that she should want to know her last resting place would be in order when the Master called? Rev. Percy H. Epler.
The monument means a world of memories, a world of deeds, a world of tears and a world of glories. James A. Garfield.