The Life of Clara Barton, Founder of the American Red Cross (Vol. 2 of 2) — John Shaqi
The Life of Clara Barton, Founder of the American Red Cross (Vol. 2 of 2)Barton, William E. (William Eleazar)
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The Life of Clara Barton, Founder of the American Red Cross (Vol. 2 of 2)
Barton, William E. (William Eleazar)
American National Red Cross -- Biography; Barton, Clara, 1821-1912; Nurses -- United States -- Biography
I do long to be free of work once more for a little while. I have been
rather busy. I have a little home here in Carlsruhe. I got tired of
the hotel and took some small rooms, a little apartment, and furnished
it to suit me (rented) and have a little German girl. She was the
private waiting maid of Madame de Mentzinger and I knew her, so I live
as independently as I please. I can arrange my living to suit myself
better. I can have a beefsteak and baked potato for breakfast and not
be driven to a choice between a piece of dry bread and a gallon of
coffee, and I can have my dinner at four and not be forced to eat at
eight o’clock at night, as is done here.
I am sure you have had a great deal of trouble with my things and so
has Lieutenant Westfall; I am sorry but can’t help it. I want to write
the Lieutenant, but dare not send him one of my blind letters. I must
wait till I can use my eyes again. I am glad you went and visited all
the world of Massachusetts. I want to see our old brother Dave more
than I can tell, and I think I shall sometime. I don’t understand if
Ida has left the Treasury for all time or on a rest. Is she not well?
I am sorry you wandered about waiting for some one to carry you from
post to pillar. Wait a little, Sall, and we will have a coach and one
and ride when we please. I will have it sent over to you every day to
take a ride on condition that you will promise to come and take tea
with me every time, and you shan’t wait to be carried somewhere--it
was all vexatious and heart-aching. I know it all by experience, so
old that it seems to me it must have been a part of another existence;
but it wasn’t; it was only the first end of this old patched and
tangled web. What a good soul-stirring time you had at the Convention,
didn’t you? That was splendid; shall I ever see something like that, I
wonder? What a meeting! How I want to see and know Mrs. Livermore. I
don’t suppose I ever shall, but I knew her so long ago. What beautiful
things she wrote when she must have been so young; no wonder she can
speak well. I speak very much of these things with the Grand Duchess.
She sent for me about a week ago to spend an evening and she spoke
of little else than the progress of woman and schools for girls in
America. She had evidently been reading something, I presume some
German criticism upon the too liberal spirit of America, and wished
to compare notes, I think. I told her all as it was, and I said I
believed in special training for all kinds of life, but that I thought
it possible to train too much till the original spirit was crushed
out and ashes left in the place of coals, and there was danger of
Germany’s doing this with her great respect for discipline; that I
thought them too strict, and that they cramped their people by rules
and regulations and hurt many good original minds. This was plain
speech for a woman in a plain black gown without even a ring on her
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