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.