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. LXVII 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. By desire and nomination of President Garfield, I was made President of the American Red Cross. CLARA BARTON. Life’s race well run, Life’s work well done, Life’s crown well won Now comes rest. PRESIDENT GARFIELD’S _Epitaph_. THE LITTLE MONUMENT—FOR ALL ETERNITY She suddenly stopped talking; she faltered; she choked; then trembling, the veteran of many struggles, propped up in bed and suspecting the end near, on Oct. 3, 1911, there occurred the following conversation: “Now Mr. Young, I want to ask something of you. Would you do me a favor?” “Why certainly, Miss Barton, what is it?” “I know it is uncanny. You may not want to do it. I must not ask it, and yet I _must_.” “My dear Miss Barton, tell me what it is.” “You know, I have no one to leave my little property to,—well, I have from time to time been spending some money out in the cemetery.” Then she hesitated for fully two minutes, sobbing but trying to control her emotions, when she continued—“where I’ll remain for all eternity. Maybe you would like to see the little monument I have had constructed; to keep it in memory, and to associate me with the place I am to be always. I would so much like to have you see it, and it might be some satisfaction to you. Will you do me this favor? You can get off the electric car on your way to Worcester; it won’t take you long, and I would feel better to have you do so.” “My dear,” I said, “it is so kind of you to have mentioned this. I appreciate it more than I can tell you. I won’t get off the car, but if Doctor Hubbell will go with me, I’ll get an auto to drive out there. I also want to see where you were born. How far is that?” “Only two or three miles. If you will do this you will make me very happy.”