I wonder if I have ever said a word in reply to your comforting letter of May. If I have or have not said anything on paper I have in my heart answered it many times and bless both you and Mrs. Logan for your kindliness and trust. I have never in my life had a moment’s doubt of the loyalty of Mrs. Logan. She stood the brunt of the battle while she could, and longer than I wished her to. She foresaw what was coming with her keen knowledge of human nature and thorough political training. She read the actors like a book. I well remember one night when she made this remark, and it was comparatively early in the game. Looking earnestly at me she said, calling me by name, “At first I called this prosecution, then I called it persecution, but now I name it crucifixion, and that is what they mean.” I knew it too but there was no redress, no course but to wait the resurrection if it came. The trust even of one’s best friends, under the circumstances, and knowing nothing of the facts could not be expected to withstand it. That it was physically withstood was beyond either the expectation or the intention. But, my good friend, that is all passed. The press no longer turns its arrows upon me. The harvest was not what the reapers expected, and I suspect if it were all to be done over again in the light of their newly gained experience it would not be done. I would like to tell you some day of the newer work that occupies, and will take pleasure in sending you a report issued at our second annual meeting when it leaves the press. I am writing from Boston, where I am spending a few days at our headquarters, but return soon to Glen Echo, where I hope to see you whenever circumstances call you to the East. Again thanking you most warmly for your letter, which brought me much satisfaction, and wishing the best of all good things for you I am, dear Mr. Young, Most cordially yours, (Signed) CLARA BARTON. A TRIBUTE And Marie of Logan; she went with them too, A bride, scarcely more than a sweetheart, ’tis true, Her young cheek grows pale when bold troopers ride Where the “Black Eagle” soars she is close at his side. CLARA BARTON. The name of Clara Barton will forever shine among women who won deathless fame in the days of war that called for loyal effort. PHEBE A. HANAFORD, Author. For patriotism, for national honor, I would stand by that at all cost. CLARA BARTON. If my life could have purchased the life of the patriot martyrs who fell for their country and mine, how cheerfully and quickly would the exchange have been made. CLARA BARTON.