Go, call for the mourners and raise the lament, Let the tresses be torn and the garments be rent,— Funerals and memorials sometimes are to honor the dead; sometimes to cater to the vanity of the living; sometimes seemingly to strengthen an organization, social, religious, political, but in every instance following custom’s ways. Were not the public funeral display the custom, it would be sacrilege—custom sanctifies barbarity. Averse to personal display Clara Barton was also averse to the use of any custom of public mourning. At the memorial held in honor of America’s greatest humanitarian, soon after her passing, the stage and the boxes of the theatre were decorated with flags that had been given to Clara Barton by grateful nations. Some were of silk, rich and magnificent; some, battle-stained and bullet-scarred. Some she had carried on the battlefield along with the Red Cross flag, the emblem to the sick, wounded and dying, that an Angel of Mercy was winging her way to their presence. There were the flags of England, Germany, Austria, Belgium, Italy, Norway, France, Russia, Cuba, Prussia, Holland, Greece, Switzerland, Turkey—and the flag of the United States. To me remains nor place nor time; My country is in every clime. Anticipating that there might be a memorial for her by the Philadelphia School of Nurses, Clara Barton thus advised the President: “Do not make it a serious occasion; let the people laugh if they want to, and tell stories and have a good time. There is no reason why it should be serious.” When I am dead, no pageant train Shall waste their sorrows at my bier. L Clara Barton—a biography of absorbing interest. Duluth (Minn.) _Tribune_. Clara Barton wrote several golden pages in the history of the brotherhood of man. Houghton (Mich.) _Gazette_. “Amici! diem perdidimus” (Friends! we have lost a day), said Titus when at the end of a day he had nothing memorable for his diary. THE AUTHOR. Nothing is of greater value than a single day. GOETHE. A great library contains the diary of the human race. GEORGE DAWSON. The diary is greatly relied on by the writers of history, but— CHARLES DUDLEY WARNER. Tolstoi keeps a diary in which he notes down what he has been thinking. Translator for Tolstoi. Diaries tell their little tales with a directness, a candor conscious or unconscious, a closeness of outlook which gratifies our sense of security. Reading them is like gazing through a small pane of clear glass. _Varia_—By AGNES REPPLIER. A man’s diary is a record in youth of his sentiments, in middle age of his actions, in old age of his reflections.