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
All that happens to you there in that beloved Court circle is
reflected and felt here in my distant home as if it were a part of
it. I joy in your prosperity and sorrow for your griefs as if in some
way they belonged to me or mine. I could not if I attempted to divest
myself of this interest. I even could not help feeling a solicitous
interest in all that pertained to Prince Alexis in his recent visit
to my country, and rejoiced with a kind of motherly pride in all the
good impressions he made, and felt that I ought to see him, because
he was of your house, and the home cousin of dear Princess Wilhelm.
He, the gallant, princely man, would have laughed at the idea of a
plain, unpretending American woman cherishing a family pride in him
and keeping a motherly watchfulness for his welfare, but your love and
kindness to me when a stranger in your country won my gratitude and
love forever for all that pertains to you. I have followed the late
journeying and visits of your noble father with wonder and joy for
his continued vigor. I so well remember the tender care and love that
dwelt in my heart for my honored father when fourscore winters had
whitened his locks and bared his brow, yet his firm marching step told
not more than fifty summers, and his eye was still clear and his voice
strong; but he left me, the brave old soldier.
I always regret that I never saw your honored mother, and it was my
purpose not to have left Europe without this distinguished pleasure.
But her precious gift, the beautiful cross, is the chiefest among my
treasures, lying always beside yours. You cannot conceive, I am sure,
_how_ precious those gifts are to me, and do you recollect the sweet
picture of yourself you once sent me for a Christmas gift? It has
comforted me every day through all these suffering years, always near
my bed. It was the first to greet me in the morning, and now, in these
days of better strength and activity, it is no less the admiration of
my friends than it has been the companion of my weakness.
But I must somewhere make an end to this seemingly endless letter, and
with one thought more I will.
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