PERCY H. EPLER. Clara Barton slept on the ground, wrapped in a blanket like a soldier, but her zeal was in no way diminished by hardship. St. Paul (Minn.) _Pioneer Press_. Clara Barton gave a lifetime of glorious service to humanity—a ministering angel like a benediction of her God amid the desolate, the stricken, the hungry and despairing. _Los Angeles Examiner._ Sickness, confusion and death—these are inseparable from every conflict. CLARA BARTON. I can never see a poor mutilated wreck, blown to pieces with powder and lead, without wondering if visions of such an end ever floated before his mother’s mind when she washed and dressed her fair-skinned boy. CLARA BARTON. When giant misery stalks to the very threshold, and raps with bloody hands on one’s door, it is almost a libel upon the good Christian term to call it charity that answers. CLARA BARTON. Women should certainly have some voice in the matter of war, either affirmative or negative, and the fact that she has not this should not be made the ground to deprive her of other privileges. CLARA BARTON. “They say”: Imagine their skirts ’mong artillery wheels, And watch for their flutter as they flee ’cross the fields, When the charge is rammed home and the fire belches hot;— They never will wait for the answering shot. They would faint at the first drop of blood in sight— CLARA BARTON. BLEEDING TO DEATH—HIS HEADLESS BODY—WOMEN IN THE WAR One day Miss Barton was asked to tell what was the most terrible experience she had ever gone through on a field of disaster or war, and she replied: “It was at the battle of Antietam. The poor boys were falling so fast that I rushed up into the line of fire to save them from bleeding to death by temporarily binding up their wounds. Bullets went through my clothing, but I did not think of danger. I loaded myself with canteens and went to a nearby spring and filled them with water, until I staggered under the load. The wounded were crying for water and I went to one poor boy who was wild with thirst and, stooping, I lifted his head on my arm and knee and was giving him water from the canteen when a cannon ball took his head off, covering me with blood and brains. I dropped the headless body and went to the next wounded soldier, and so all day I worked through this awful battle and refused to retire, though officers and men tried to drive me back.”