Clara Barton was admitted. The War Secretary rose as she entered the office, and Miss Barton opened the conversation by saying: “I knew President Lincoln well. He was good and kind to me in whatever I tried to do for the soldiers. He seemed to appreciate the little things I had succeeded in doing; and when there came a great undertaking (referring to making a record of the missing soldiers), so great as to appal with its seeming impossibility, he encouraged me. Survivors of the missing entreated me to undertake the work and, when other officials said it could not be done, your father, with his big heart, said ‘I will help you.’ He smoothed the way and made it possible, assisting me until the work was done. When I came back to Washington, he was not here to receive my grateful thanks. He had gone beyond all that. It was a sad little burden to carry around with me unshared, but I have carried it. At home and beyond the sea, wherever I have been, it has gone with me, and I have come today to ask you, as his representative, to accept my burden of thanks for him.” The tears were filling Miss Barton’s eyes before she had finished. She was abashed at her failure to control her emotions but, glancing up at the Secretary, she saw that he too was weeping. Looking at each other a moment in silence, the Secretary reached out his hand to Miss Barton and said “I do accept your tribute of thanks—for my father.” LXIV Clara Barton—intelligent and reclaiming, her leading attributes. Atlanta (Ga.) _Constitution_. Pity it is to slay the meanest thing. HOOD. Man is an aristocrat among animals. HEINE. The merciful man doeth good to his own soul. PROVERBS. How deeply seated in the human heart is the injunction not to kill animals. TOLSTOI. Animals in their generation are wiser than the sons of men. JOSEPH ADDISON. Could we understand the language of animals, how instructive a dialogue of dogs would be. EUDOXES. Animals, in our degenerate age, are every day perishing under the hands of barbarity, without notice, without mercy. A. DEAN. Surely the sensibility of brutes entitles them to a milder treatment than they usually meet with from hard and unthinking wretches. A. DEAN. THE BUTCHER DIDN’T GET IT “Miss Barton, the butcher has been here today. He wants to buy the little Jersey calf; offered me $5.00 for it,” said the manager of the Red Cross home, “and I told him he could have it.” “But he can’t,—why didn’t you ask me about it?” “Well, I knew we couldn’t keep it; we need the milk—” “But the calf needs the milk too, and I tell you that the calf is not going to be killed.” “But I have sold it.” “That doesn’t make any difference; I haven’t—and it’s my calf.”