That to the observer doth thy history
Fully unfold.
I
I take my pencil (at 86 years of age) to describe the first moment of my life that I remember. Clara Barton—In The Story of My Childhood.
Do not sin against the child. Genesis.
The fir trees dark and high,
I used to think their slender tops
Were close against the sky.
Hood—I remember, I remember.
The rude wooden cradle in which Clara Barton was rocked is now one of the very interesting curios in possession of the Worcester (Mass.) Historical Society. The Author.