CLARA BARTON GENERAL CORRESPONDENCE Earle, Sarah B. Sept. 1869-June 1904 and Undated& you are abroad, I came. We find Sulpher & Iron springs. A quiet Hotel, beautiful scenery up & down the Ware River & I have my good old Frank with me to take me where I choose to go. How much you would enjoy this very thing! There is iron in the pure clear air of these hills as well as in the sparkling waters and I am sure there is strength & healing here. We take long sunny dawdling drives _ loving God's beau - tiful world, and then long restful sleep thanking Him for his comforts. The children all came to see me today, and they gladdened my heart. They are such sunbeams. They have an angel visitor at the Stone palace next door to me a beautiful boy baby. born the 3rd inst. I hope to get a good start towards strong health in these two weeks - & go on gaining all winter. Everything is so lovely Sarah B. Earle Sept 6-69 33 [Ansd] Jan 10-1870 Coldbrook Springs Mass Sept. 5./69 My Dear Miss Barton. I felt that I could not let you sail without a word and wrote you in New York. I hope this was received because it will prove to you that my heart was drawn strongly after you Since then I followed you across the Seas and now I fancy you snugly ensconced in the love and tender regard of dear ones who have known you without seeing your face. You will be engrossed by new people - every one will have just as much right to you as I and I hope get jealous. But no, you are true to all! [*it may be that God does not want me & that I have more to do & may be more to bear. I will wait on Him & see. Now dear, will you send me the token of your remembrance when you can without wrong to yourself or others. Knowing your will gladden the heart of your loving friend Sarah B Earle. *]and I will not be jealous but gen - erous. and thank God that he gave you to the people to be owned and loved by them all. America's daughter, not simply the child of Massachusetts - The loved of all Soldiers, not claimed by one. - Wedded to philanthropy, not won to wife - hood. - Oh, but my dear, the time may come, and you are by no means safe, when even you may bow before the little boy-god, - and confess yourself vanquished, and that Lovely name in which you take so honest pride, may willingly lose its soft sweet musical cadence, which has fluttered on the lips, lovingly of to many a grateful saved soldier in the crooked hard pronounced heritage of such a name as Reichenbach, or Lichtenstein. None can tell but you owe it to me in honor of our last little confidential chat to tell me when the surrender is mentally made.- It may be you have done the work God saved you for. Perhaps He will lead you now by another path, not so flooded with heroic light -- but soft with tenderness -- musical with Love's low lispings --grand with the exchange of Love's lofty sentiments. I so long to hear of your reception in Geneva -- of your health, of your contentment and Enjoyment. -- Rest first, a rallying from the voyage. Then enjoyment & research and you can enjoy. I wish I were there to help you. - Instead I am exiled for two weeks, near home. - I grew so tired. That I consented to come here to Coldbrook Springs & with Mrs. Bowker, whose husbandAnna P. While I am so uncertain whether my letters reach you--I have no heart for communication -- but I long to talk to you -- to paper out my heart -- to take you in my arms and have you say you love me. Now dear -- farewell, for neighbors in the Stone Palace, are well & happy & they ask for you often & always. When I know you get my letters, I shall have to write. Until them I am affectionately Your loving friend-- Sarah B. Earle Sarah B. Earle 1870 Massachusetts Worcester, May 4, 1870. My Dear Miss Barton, I had not the slightest confidence that my last letter would reach you or if it did it would be burdened with expense which would make you feel your friends were too much of a hard burden to communicate with. When your charming letter came from Ajaccio-- I was too happy for expression--to have just a delightful missive from your own dear hand so I expressed myself as soon as I could get to your address Corsica. At Post Office they did not know the rate of postage -- as there was no fixed rate but told me not to pay but twelve cents. I have felt uncomfortable since aboutThe finance of that letter. Did you get it done? Nothing from you since? and I am longing for a word . - Have you sent me anything since? - The one you sent me before never came. & I only heard of it. by your second. Your message of love & remembrance were gladly rec. by the Richardsons & Newton's &c - who send back hosts of good wishes and love, We see by the papers that you are in your own profession again & heard of you - picking lint on the banks of the Rhine. Now you forgive me if I tell you you are too splendid - and that my heart is gone - and I am wild to so you? - Oh, how thankful you must be - to be able to do such a work, in any land! Was this the call that drew you across the water - only you could not make out all the writing. How little we know what door will open to our touch or what work we may find to do if we are ready. The Richardsons Rev. & Mrs go to New York City to live - in October next. How we shall miss them - you can imagine. Who knows the deeper meanings of love. Who will succeed Mrs. R. we cannot tell There was much weeping in Church this morning at the reading of Mrs. R's letter of resignation. News has come to us that the war has closed-the French surrendered. King Louis claims the privilege of appointing the future residence of Napoleon Will you find time to send me a word of love + remembranceis engrossing & the house & garden & all - & there are so many people who must be seen for everybody needs you a little. I have been alone since my Sister went home in Sept - but she will come back in Jan. - but so many other sisters have been with me - sisters in kind love to sympathy - I miss the Richardsons - but am too full for loneliness, and they are so delightfully located in their new field that my joy for them balances my sorrow, We hope for a good earnest nice man Who shall break to us the bread of life in his peace - It will soon be known if the man of our hearts' choice will come to our charge. He is Mr. Hamilton of N. Andover, The work accumulates as the years go on, and we seem no nearer through and the future beckons us on and on with all her fond hopes and charms - Oh how glad some of us will be when we know we are done with the discipline & have only the glory to share & enjoy. Worcester Dec. 1. '70. Home, Evening You cannot know, Sweet Heart, how great a joy came bounding into my heart when I opened your charming letter. The very fact of it being written in the [?] fashion gave it a freshness that seemed so real. I have read it over & over again. So many people - leaving out all the little personal endearments which were only for me to hear & you to say! Oh, my dear, you have taken my heart to yourself. How I wish I had you in my arms tonight, as surely as I believe you are in my heart. It was so good of you to take your time for that splendid book. I am grateful enough and say I just cannot tell you how the good feeling strikes in. [*The dear friends in the Stone palace send kindest remembrances- with love.*]When are you coming home to us and love? That sweet little hope in the very last page of your letter that "it won't be long" - was enrapturing. May it not be long and yet darling. I want you to be where your work is. In life is only a great field and we all have our place in the vineyard. Some, are only able to sit in the sunshine & lie in the Shade - but that may be harder to bear than the work. We are so snug at home this winter. My Three have been so blessed with perfect health, that we are almost always glad - glad to laughter & song - to dancing & clapping of hands. Madge is simply perfect some of these days. She has a model in "Rosa Leone" the heroine of a small S.S. Book which she reads over & over, - It is very funny to hear her remarks on her own Endeavors and temptations. She informed me the other day that hereafter she was going to control her self. She wouldn't cry, if I told her she couldn't go out for a whole week. - because, said she. Thee'll be a great deal more likely to let me go out, if I don't cry! She has taken up "being gracer" at table, which expression puzzled me till it was exemplified by a voluble repetition during our silence, of a verse recited at S.S. Concert. She varies the exercise by very original improvizations in the way of brief blessings invoked. The boys struck me under the table & look wise as owls. O. how I want to see you! How busy you are and still find time to write 28 pages to me - in the little book! How charming! Now for myself, I do not amount to much. I am so busy, getting every body ready for winter.[*Sarah B Earle Worcester*] most courageous, most wise, &c. That I have to read your every word concerning yourself and things interesting to you. & let me know all you can of your work - your heart your life & your loves. Tell me dear when you think of me & how. Do not forget how we talked once of what might have been, if things had not been as they are, & remember that I rest my tired brain & fill my empty heart sometimes. with thinking that you said you would love me. Now dear I want to send you from my bright sunny home a cheery, loving greeting & warm kisses from us all- Ollie, Mom's & little Madge, May it not be long ere we see you here- Write to me when you can & will & wish you love, full & free. I wait for you to come. Affectionately Sara B. Earle [*Sarah B Earle 1870*] Tuesday Evening Later, My Dear - I have been today out to No. Oxford to see Lizzie [Larned?] & have had such a nice time. It always does me good to see her. She has been miserably ill - but is improving. She is more than usually depressed which is probably owing to the suffering in head. We talked of you dear and you have a most ardent admirer and firm friend in Lizzie. She told me to tell you that Mrs. Stafford had lately been to see her & that they expressed mutually their love for you. She bade me give dearest love to you, and a fond kiss - & she so much wished she could give it in reality. When you are back here, will we not drive out together some day? Ah yes!I think Oxford is a cold, hard place. - with no appreciation of anything outside of their own limit - A very nice girl, has been trying to teach the N. Oxford High School. - Eliza Bayler, & she has left the place. - No sympathy - no companionship. no support no holding up of hands just hard criticism and cold Indifference. & severe neglect. - & continual fault-finding; I hope no decent girl will ever have to go there to teach. and I hope too, that none of my own Clara Barton's sweetness will ever be wasted on those unappreciative boors. Nobody there knows Lizzie - ask almost anybody & they all say. "We have heard of her, but never saw her!" Her mother is so bright & smart & enthusiastic and agreeable. She is a darling old woman in her pretty white caps. I always feel gladder, and happier & better, after having seen Lizzie, I went to N. Y. to see Mr. Richardson safely installed, & was very happy in their agreeable prospect of a fine society & flourishing church. They send fond words of love & remembrance to to you. Charlie, their second son, is with me for a few weeks. - then he goes back to his western farming life. and one of my boys a Sunday school scholar. & friend in general, boards with Mr. Vassal, your nephew on Clinton St. - I am so glad that one more little thing brings us together, by way of thought & association. You will be interested in this young man when you come. Now dear, I have written all this & said nothing of your society or your work.- Is it enough that I say I think you are most wonderful, most bravemy Dear Clare: The pieces come safely. and were perfectly lovely. I thank thee dear with great joy & I will make a historical spot in the quilt. Think I must bring some of it down to show you when I have commenced putting it together. I have about 400 blocks finished & shall select colors & put together soon._ Thank Miss K. kindly for me for her pieces - I am glad indeed of them I will ask Dr. P.V. _ to drive down with me as soon as the roads are good Enough_ We will start Early Enough to have a nice Evening.[*Sarah B. Earle March, 1875*] I enclose two or three of Lizzie's letters, which lie on my desk, to give you an idea of how they are. Destroy them if you choose. That is, you need not trouble to keep them. I have to many things to talk about. Will bring you a frame I have been painting, to show you. I am longing to see you, with great love. All friends ask for you & send messages of remembrance- Good by Sweetheart. Sarah. [*Sarah B. Earle - Nov. 1 1875*] Home. 11.1.1875: Evening. My dear Miss Barton. We got home quickly and safely, and directly, dining rapidly in the moonlight. We felt so very glad we went and have enjoyed talking of it since. Had we not gone that very night, we could not before that, for the next night I had an imperative engagement, Wednes. Afternoon throngs coming from Minnesota came and took me off suddenly with them to Maine Thursday morning. On Friday morning, the 22 -- the birthday we went to White Mountains with Conway & Notch. Climbed Mt. Willard -- got a splendid view of the Notch. Mt.Washington -- & the entire Valley between ranges - dined at Crawfords -- and home in the afternoon. This for a woman of 40. on her birthday was pretty good. Do you not think so? Next day Sat- we drove, walked & visited all day long. Next day Sunday- we all tire from our family. Drove 20 miles to Parsonsfield. My mother's home & birthplace, slept in the house where she was born -- built in 1799 - but not old at all --- and came back to Baldwin Monday. Then Tues morning I came to Portland -- visited friends till 4 P.M. when I started for Worcester, reaching this dear home at 10 1/2. Then had Wed. here, making birch pictures. Thurs. went to Winchendon to keep an engagement made weeks ago to read Lady Macbeth at the Russells'. Had a lovely time -- Captain Parker of the Mass. 2d was my Macbeth. A large and agreeable company of delightful people assembled and all seemed pleased. Do you know aught of a Lorraine Raymond who says she lived with you somewhere in Europe? A mysterious kind of personage to Winchendon people. They asked me if I ever heard you speak of her. I never had. She is now in Winchendon I believe. If you choose not to speak of her, I withdraw the question for I am not inquisitive concerning her at all. --- I have been every moments in School since getting home Friday night. I am Sat. afternoon when we harnessed Old Frank onto the Ark, took Miss Bomen & all the children and both dogs & went to Leicester, where we prowled about the pine woods for things for Church.Got purple asters and yellow ferns for front of pulpit --- on one side a bouquet of golden rod & evergreen ferns - on the other this silvery poverty weed & sword fronds. The effect was lovely -- brightened up in background with some sprays of bright huckleberry bush. I have seen the Lamsons today, who sent love to you. The baby grows lusty & big & has two teeth. I have just read a cunning little story of William Black. Did you read Maid of Kileena? I saw Lucy Barton Bigelow in Church Sunday, told her I had seen you. She seemed very glad and wants to see you. You like to hear Mr. L. preach. Give a message of kindest love to dear Miss Minnie K. and a most respectful salute to Ned. I hope he is still faithful to you too. Ever lovingly Sarah B. Earle My Dear Clara Will you send me a little piece of some silk dress of yours. If you have the pieces of that lovely pearl satin please give me one large enough to cover the pattern enclosed. If you send a piece of dark silk - or satin, a little wider than this pattern is required. Reason. I am making a silk quilt for my young Sister Hattie, who will marry and go to California to live. It has a great deal of history, family association and romance in it, and I want some piece or pieces of you. Will you send me anything of interest. Tell Miss Kupfer what I do, and a piece of any silk of hers -- a bit of ribbon she has worn, will be joyfully sewed in. How I [*Good bye -- and just a word -- if no more soon. Till we meet. Office[?]- with love to Miss K__ to yourself dear heart - I will tell you some of the things I have done when I see you. Lovingly, Sarah.*][*Sarah B. Earle - March, 1876*] [*Ans'd directly C.B.*] have wanted to see you! Got started in sleigh one evening last week but not being warmly dressed, was driven back by the cold. Now, sleighing is going, & carriage roads will be bad, but I shall come. I have a world of things to say & tell, and must come alone, & have time. My quilt is most ready to go together. I wait for only a few more pieces. Let me hear very soon. You know how the [Larneds?] have been? I have sent all sorts of things to them since Mrs. L's confinement-Mattress-Blankets, fruits-shopping of all sorts-& have now a letter full of orders for sundry goods. Lizzie seems providing for blindness. Sent a nurse Wed-Saturday wh. I hope will suit. Home. 4.18.1876. My Dear Clara, Very soon I hope-some pleasant evening, I shall drive down to see you. All that last beautiful moon the driving was so dreadful I could not go. It is getting decent now - and I will not wait for a moon. Do not be surprised to see me any evening after Thursday. I will bring my patchwork. Lovingly -- SarahSarah B. Earle April 18 1876 [*R Sunday 21- SB Earle*] Home 1.18. 1876 My Dear Clara Barton. In the midst of the all the rest of the things the New Year brought, came the dear little greeting from you, the Happy New Year. It found me as happy as I cam be with the burdens crowding down upon strong shoulders, that such as I am made to carry. It is our privilege perhaps, not to be beasts of burden, but freight-trains. I am in the main, well, and am anxious to hear that you are improving. You State the March upon us so successfully, that I kept thinking you would [*I send you a picture of my little Tinkle It give an idea of a much bigger dog but he is very cunning Leo is well & pursues cats with his usual vigor. Madge & Mom's grow & romp.explain yourself soon. I had one letter from Miss Kupfer after they went to Somerville, wh I answered immediately hoping to hear again, but have not. Do tell me of her. I did feel so much sympathy for her, going to such untried tasks. I do wonder how it proved with her! I saw Mrs. James Terry at Milford at Mr. Richardson's funeral. Sh said Fannie Atwater was with you. She, Mrs. T. has gone to pass the winter with Mrs. R__ . She is so stricken. Do write her. She sends love to you by me, when I shall write, wh is now. Mr. Richarson preached the last Sunday in Aug - Without knowing he was dangerously ill & he died Dec. 12. of Brights disease. At next door, our Castle friends are having Scarlet fever, & are very anxious. We have lots of snow, plenty of sleighing, -- not good tho and heaps of poverty. Listing Hattie is housekeeping in San Francisco pleasantly. Let us go & see her next year! [Lou?] is getting up a ["wax ?????"] show for benefit of her Church fund -- &wants me to be Judge. Emma is teaching German & French classes in Portland & send for me to go & visitfriday. All of wh I can't. I am so confined at home. Will B. a cousin from N.Y. was here last week. Determined to take me home with him to visit in his new county house in Orange -- but I am tired. Now write me all about Family -- that's a darling. A letter from Lizzie Larned a few days since says her Mother is wearing out. How long she has laid in so helpless a condition. Lizzie wanted black lace edging matched & divinity for ruffling. wh I sent her -- so I am glad she thinks of something outside of suffering. -- Lovingly -- as ever Sarah. Dr. PV. wd I send love if he knew I was writing so I send it for him He is [*one of your most de*] Worcester, Jan 26 '78 My dear Clara, How pleased & [?] was I after so long a time to get a remembrance from you. It was as much my busy crowded life as anything -- for I have not put on paper and posted the thoughts which do continually well up and flow through my mind of you - What an eventful life has yours been in these last twenty years. Who has known more variety in the great events that have shaken the world! -- Then that terrible perilous rest which followed -- so much harder to be borne than the labor and to think that health is coming again and a possibility of vigorous age to follow. Let us fall down on our knees and thank God. Do write me again and not wait. I went yesterday to see Lizzie Larned?. She has been all winter in town and looks somewhat improved, tho she does not feel very much better. She is doing lovely things with pictures on vases and other things. She took a old fashioned table from her home - painted it a beautiful [*Dr. Perry is desirous of being remembered & always delights in an especial message from you. You know there are three women in the world whom he sets up for models, Clara Barton, Mary Livermore, Sarah B Earle. We ought to be proud of our graces. Good bye with great love & thanks for the New Years greeting & those lovely little faces. Affly Sarah*]blue-- and around the top with pictures of gorgeous color -- ever so tastefully -- and it is charming. I am so glad she can do it. Her hair is short -- and all tossed into little ringlets -- over her entire head. Her mouth is so sore she cannot wear her teeth -- and so she looks as much unlike the old time Lizzie as it is possible to imagine. She has been having a handsome old [trodden?] black silk dress made into a wrapper -- with a flounce of plain silk on the bottom, and it is very pretty. She is alone at Dr. Martin's house on Pleasant St. Mrs. Young who was with her last summer being with her mother, who steadily improves -- to the astonishment of everybody -- Helpless as ever -- but in good condition & Lizzie says -- completely made over. Send her a message -- be sure and I will take it to her immediately -- or address her at Dr. Martin's -- Pleasant St. ---- We are just thro our great Carnival of Authors -- and are all tired with the work. Will post paper containing account of first evening & programme -- It was a beautiful night. With great love I think of you always -- all friends ask for you continually & send love. July 7. 1879. My very dear Clara B. We have had a baby in the house for three weeks -- and have got the way of baby talk. It was so good of you to send the address. I saw bits of it quoted in papers -- and had a mind to ask you where all of the it cd be had -- when lo. it came -- in answer to prayer I thank you heartily andassure you that I have enjoyed it immensely. Dr. P.V. sends thanks and love, and enjoys it too. Now how art thou, after all this long time. -- Two lovely little heads come to me from your dear hand in Washington wh. I put into some corner of a bit of carving on the mantel. and your dear initials are on the backs of them. They tell the tale of kind remembrances which is a sweet story, if true. I think of you day by day in the turmoil of my hurry and work. -- and I long to see you to clasp your hand -- more -- to give you a solid hug, When shall I? Tell me. I saw (one for) marriage in paper. Your mine. I thot. I should have written Miss Kupfer -- but wanted to see Miss Will and first and have not yet. I donot want to see her for herself -- but a sister wrote me nagging me to go and see her. If she treated Miss K badly. I do not care for her. How is K. getting on in D? Sweet peas -- & mignonette are in bloom -- I do wish you were here. Come! -- I wept over your address to Soldiers. Now dear -- I send you my heart dear love. -- I have a house full of guests, and am tired and need of your sweet letters.-- Affectionately thine. Sarah B.E. [*Answered Jany 17. 1881 Mrs. OK Earle*] 8.25.1880. [...] San Francisco Cal. My dear Clara [...] At New Year -- I received the sweet little remembrance by card. I was charmed to be still remembered and wanted to write you immediately from Minneapolis, where I was that day. Crowds of people and things - being present -- they pushed writing into the future -- and some that each of the children had their weekly letters -- I wrote letters -- I received last summer the lovely address made by you on Memorial day. I thank you so much for all pleasant proofs -- and am longing to see you again, & ever wondering when. -- Does it seem strange to you that I am on the pacific coast. -- It feels like a dream to me -- and it came like this. -- Oliver -- the Eldest went to Minnesota bought a farm and married. -- Morris entered Harvard College in September, & I got him nicely settled there. -- Madge was in her 17th year & had never been away from me -- I did not want her longer in the High School -- So She & her cousin Mannie - next door- from whom she had never been separated went to the Friends' Sch -- Providence where they are very happy, and almost at home. This left me alone -- in my great house -- so I closed the doors & started for the West. -- I have a sister in Washington, & made my first stop there. I had big Sis. with me -- & let Thomas take care of the little Tinkle. I saw some people in W. who inquired most interestedly for you -- when they knew I was from Worcester -- I cannot now recall the names because I was always meeting strangers -- & only for once. So I knew you were not in Washington. This was Dec. 1. -- I left the 15- for Minneapolis -- still keeping Leo -- where I staid till the last week in Feb -- coming here then -- & having Leo with Ollie there. I went into the Pines is where my three brothers are Lumbermen - for two weeks, and tramped about at will between Minneapolis & St. Paul. & the country. Had a lovely journey here overland and home since been sightseeing & making such excursions as can be agreable at this season. Flowers are abundant -- and the flowering shrubs and trees in their prime. I went to San Jose last week for five days enjoying so much the freshness and the bloom. Tomorrow a little party will pass the day at Saucilito for picknicking & flowers -- a drive is arranged for Sat -- a long drive - and we had one the entire morning of Tuesday. While Monday we had a large lunch party. -- So we go -- day after day -- in one hurry -- and no time for quiet. I am having a very nice time am perfectly well -- and see many very pleasant people. Shall go home some time in May, making about six months away, and now dear, how is it with you -- and are you growing stronger -- and is Miss Minna Kupfer with you. Give her my love kindly I did not go to the hospital to see Miss Willard, as her sister asked me to.I saw by papers -- that your nieces in Oxford were married. I think two, was it not ? I hear occasionally from Lizzie Larned -- who is very nearly blind -- & very poorly. I have heard of no change in her mother, who is, I suppose still living. In Lizzies two last letters, she made no allusion to her. -- wh seemed very odd. -- I am visiting with my youngest sister, in San Francisco -- who is living here, and her baby -- little Mani - is very charming- nearly two yrs. old. - Will you not write my kind dear? It is so long since I had a letter. I weight 167 lbs - What think of that ? and am 44 yrs old. - What prospect for 60 awaits me -- in bulk ? Now good bye, dear-- Ever affectionately Sarah B. Earle -- Our friends - Sarah Tobey & daughters, whom I wanted you to meet - go South on Wednes -- S. Carolina- and we cannot keep them. We are all disappointed so we have to submit. Affec - S.B.E. [*33 SB Earle*] 6.4.1882. Worcester, Mass. My dear - Of course you are back to your home! And I wish you were here, even this blessed house! Your letter, and card wh followed came promptly with the pictures. Thanks for all -- How good you are, and how lovely! I gave the Dr his choice & he took the one he thot you meant for him. The standing, with the little message on the back. He sends a long remark wh I cannot now remember about love and thanks and all that, and was very much pleased. Mrs Richardson was here - En route for Terry will for[*S.B. Earle 33*] US Postal Card. Write the Address on This Side -the Message on the Other Washington DC Feb 25 82 4PM Miss Barton #1826 I St. N.W- Washington, DC. 2 a visit of three weeks - She took with her two of your pictures -- only borrowed -- and at last I gave her one of mine to keep. -- She wants me to ask you to send one to Mrs. James Terry who is one of your worshippers. She say it will gratify her very much indeed. Her husband has died -- here children married and she is very lonely and very sad often. Mrs Richardson is well -- mostly -- and living prettily in Medford -- and when you come here to see me -- we will go and visit her, I have so may things laid out for us to do -- us two -- You & S.B.E. -- and we will have a good time, for play. I cannot tell you how good it was to see you last winter. I shall not cease to rejoice in the memory of it. You are just as of old -- only better. 3 I have not had time yet to open my picture of you for work. - I hope to do something good with it. The little ones we had were strong and Red-Cross-y -- and like you -- but not idealized as I hoped. -- They are not what I wanted or what I think they wd have been could we have gone in the first flush of enthusiasm - But the now-or-never alternative shows -- and the no-time to experiment shows also. Mine I am sorry to say got changed in the finishing. Madge does not like these & laid them aside -- & has not yet taken them out. We will get at something, one day. Now dear, I send you great love -- and fond greeting.4. I love, and call you mine. The spring is fresh and glad with sun & showers, and the world seen in N.E. is growing beautiful towards her summer glory. I want to see you more than tongue can tell. I shall sometime go to you if you do not come to me. I am already too tired with much work. Mrs. Hartshorn has sent for me to go to Newport to see her -- but -- I can't get away. A pair of great brown eyes belonging to a very cunning little dog -- one begging me to stop writing -- and attend to play. Madge sends great love -- a big [budget?] , and I am yours only and always -- Affec. S.B.E. 10.20./82. Worcester Mass. My dear Clara B. - Why did you not tell of that great romance going on, that we could share in the glory and write to Miss Kupfer? How tame and wofully humdrum must seem the every day life of common mortals! Thanks for the paper with the hints at romance! Have they gone to Chicago to live? What will you do without Miss K.? Where will you be this winter. If you are at Dansville I want to go and see you a little while -- after I close my house a few days of quiet calm! Oh dear me, I shd not know myself. Madge and Mamie go to Baltimore for study early in November -- to April. I shall be part of the winter near them and if you are in Washington, shall see you there, -- but would not a week of rest with you be fine? Do tell me your plans, -- & if you would like me to come -- in case I can!The girls are getting ready now to be off next month. Early & a family wedding takes place next week -- Nellie Earle -- and we are getting ready for that. I only write now for a greeting -- and to ask for the bride. Give her my warmest congratulations, and give me her address. Let me hear from you when you will. --- Morris comes home every Sunday, with a bevy of college boys -- and Madge is very well -- only sometimes a little lame. She sends heaps of love. and I more than tongue can tell. I shall not get ready to leave home till December -- It will take all Nov - to get ready to close house Dr's love -- affec - SBE -- [Ansd Nov 4, 1882 Sarah B. Earle] Nov- 1s, 18882 Thursday Afternoon. My dearest Clara B - Madge has gone out with Nannie for a little drive -- My one maid has taken her weekly outing and the sense of aloneness in the house & the too tired feeling, to do anything -- makes me want to lie down & sleep -- but I can't for no one is here to keep house if I sleep -- and I fly to you dear -- to ask you to cuddle and caress me -- to talk to me of your ways and thinkings -- & tell me all how you do and are. The little girl gains day by day -- she goes about the rooms on crutches -- beginningbeginning to leave off her splint -- wh she has worn for four months. She is as bright & cheerful & sunny as these September days, and as free from tears -- The little shower freshens the grass -- but we cry for more rain. I am out now & then to do errands -- but feel always hurried to get home again -- with a kind of longing and fear -- lest something has happened. I fee just as I used to when I left a baby at home -- hear a cry now and again & feel sure something is wrong with the child. We so soon accustom ourselves to a routine. Morris is home from college but visiting in Cambridge just now. Seems very much grown up -- much more so than he will a few years later. They came back to the boy again -- after a little of the university has worn off--- Somehow the plating has to wear off -- before you can get at the real true metal of the boy. Now I wonder if I have said a bright thing. All at once this came to me as sounding like you. Have I stolen one of your lovely similies? I want to go & see you dreadfully, and hope the time may come when I shall be able. I certainly shall take the first chance that offers. I had a pretty letter from Minna -- née Kupfer and it seemed happy & contented in its tone. I am glad for her that the home life is so sweet.Now when does the foreign mission transpire -- the Red Cross Convention across the water? -- How did the book come along? -- and do let me see a copy. How do you manage the Red Cross work? Have you a private secretary? -- I am longing to know all these things. Now that my mind is relieved from the anxiety of Madge's lameness, -- She has progressed more rapidly than any one dared to hope, much less believe. Madge send much love -- & says you may see me before long -- I cannot tell you how I want to see you. -- Most affectionately -- with love to Dr Hall & Miss Harrold -- I am faithfully yours -- Sarah B.E -- [*(1882?)*] [*33 Earle*] Monday. My dear -- Will you send to Mr. Frederick Collins -- 320 Walnut St. Philadelphia -- a report of the Prison - & any document you may have showing the system of labor -- in the Prison If you can send the report of several years -- it will be better. He writes me for information-- especially about the Laundry -- & I can think of no other way to get it of him -- If the managers of these House of Refuge think to look moreinto the matter -- they may send one of their number to visit you -- & see, -- If you can send these documents immediately, it will greatly oblige. I am so sorry to have missed you in that week, but shall try again & I hope I can. With love to all-- Affec -- Sarah B.E. P.S. Madge is doing well, -- She may be able to visit you with me, a procession of crutches. [*(Apr. 4? 1883)*] Tuesday Afternoon. My dear Clara B. I heard of you in P.O. the morning you were to leave Washington after time for your S. Alle. train. You had gone before she heard of it -- or she would have found you to say good-bye. By this time May to you are probably getting to Sherbourn and will go thro all the news of acquainting yourself with the Institution. Mrs Richardson got home well -- was resting up -- and Madges and I are trying to get well enough to go home. -- She is very lame indeed -- Stiffer and more unable to get aboutthen at first -- and I am very much afraid there is inflammation about the hip joint. I am so much afraid of it that I am in doubt whether it is best to take her home for a month. If we only could know the true inwardness of things - many of our gropings would be bold marches onward. A skillful surgeon from N. Y. came to see us the other day -- in a friendly unprofessional way -- & seems so sure himself that the hip joint is the seat of the trouble. I am quite anxious. Now the Baltimore Dr. insists on it, that nothing at all is the matter with that -- & when Drs. disagree you know, we are ourselves puzzled. I do not want to move her with great risk. I am too much under the weather myself to take great questions into my mind with any confidence. Being weak I suspect my own judgment. I am drifting thro these few days looking for the sun -- waiting for the Clouds to roll by. I am so in the way of settling things -- clearly and positively and finally, that I feel like a fool dribbling along with the question of Starting or not. The Dr. says I run a great risk to move her. We both have a great longing to get home & so here [?] over. We shall not startbefore Friday and if it storms we shall wait for fair days any way. it has not really changed yet. -- There is a something unsettled in the air wh oppresses me A good thunder storm wd seem to change the current mental or spiritual or physical -- or a romance a joyful one -- or almost a tragedy or something lasting in the elements of life and no time. She is a Saint. She comes home tired, and bolsters us all up -- Brings us all cheer & food & healing. My headache is awful! Eyeballs burning orbs -- sore as boils temples throbbing I wake from sleep drenched with perspiration. I am horrid! Every moment I am full of anxiety for Madge. I paint her leg with iodine and hang a flatiron to her just when she sleeps to try to prevent her jumping! Fasten it with lingjoint plaster to the leg above the knee -- wind with bandage & carry the weight cord with something just even with the foot. You know, I learned these things in hospital in Philadelphia But she jumps all the same. I shall want to hear from you. I suspect I shall be home next week -- but not soon anyway if write too late for Washington address Worcester. -- Please give greeting to Dr Hall. & Miss Harrold when[*Mrs. Earle ansd. April 5 83*] Washington D.C. May 1 1883 4:30 PM Miss Clara Barton Supt. Sherborn Prison. So. Framingham Mass. you meet for your festive fare. I long to be with you all -- Ah. When? You know I will be cheerful! but every tooth in my head is sore & I want to bite nails! But I croak away my jubilee melodies and try to sing "Inching Along," & "Keep Me from Sinking down." Good by dear -- May all things work together to make it seem sure that you did right to go. Ever affectionately, with love from Madge & Sue Of course my own heart is yours. Sarah B. Earle [*requires no answer Sarah B Earle Oct 1 1883*] [....] & Mrs. Mayse - from Washington are here -- I am in bed with a sprained ankle -- since last Friday. They must see Sherborn & you & will go tomorrow & Friday morning - by train 9.30 from Worcester. Coming back the first train they can get. -- Oh. I want to go to see you awfully -- & Madge ditto -- We are Hospital Earle Ward 2 --Madge & I - & our beds are side by side in a little row. Heaps of love- Affec- Sarah B.E- Thurs. Morning In haste, in bed- [*33 Earle*] 11. 19. 1883. My darling C.B.-I missed it you see, but shall try it again. I found your letter when I got home from Prov. Sat. evening. I wrote you Sat-and when on Wednes. following I had not heard-I went to Providence, & passed Thurs. Fri-& Sat. till 4 P.M- at Butler Hospital-with the family of the Supt- Dr. Sawyer.- I got a little change & rest out of it.-but I longed for you all the while.-I shall take the first chance to go- & will let you know but cannot say when. Madge got home, so I had to be here Saturday- With fondest love. Affec-SBE-[*Sarah Earle 34*] 9. 17. 1884. Worcester, Mass. My dearest Lady Bountiful. I can hardly get over the sudden shock of knowing you were gone -- just when I was expecting a comfortable joy in your presence. It felt curt and unkind on the part of something -- wh one could not quite place -- and I almost cried. --- Then I quickly understood that tears do not avail -- only spoil one's eyes -- and I settled into another vision of hope -- till again we meet. -- Miss Childs told me today you had a lovely journey -- & were safely in Geneva -- Thence will I speed this word of greeting, and send my best love. I hope you will have the bestthat can be found across the water - for spirit, body & mind. In short may you be happy and satisfied & contented, & get and give all the good that Geneva can hold for you. Dr Percy is sitting on [?]-- & says he is praying and hoping for that wife. He seemed very wretched over his Drs. appointment. Indeed my darling- you are too wise if not too old, to break hearts mercilessly. So you have to come back and redeem your promises. You are not the woman to repudiate. I am longing to know how it all goes with you in Geneva - and we will go on being proud of you & trusting that the best will come to you. I have been home 2 all the summer - save a few days in Maine and one Sunday at Rye Beach, while Madge was there. We have had a busy - hurried time as much- every body coming & going - ad-libitum. So if the little one is able, we shall close the house and go away for the winter. Just when we have not yet settled, but a little time in each of several places most likely. I am on my feet again - and can walk much better and Margaret improved constantly. She sends much love, as does Dr. P. & the rest.It is so cold at evening that we kindle a fire on the hearth and sit around in the winter -- when the sun goes down. This -- only a few days often the winter heat -- wh nearly wilted everybody down. We are so proud that Madge keeps so well and gains so steadily that nothing else seems enough to grieve us. Now dear --- good bye. I wish we were with you this blessed night. Affectionately Sarah B. Earle Sunday night. 8.17.1888. Worcester Mass. My dear. The time draweth nigh. So says Spy of this morning. When you are advertised to be here, at a Regimental reunion. The little glimpse of you, only whettedmy appetite for more and now I send my assurances of cordial welcome for as much time as you can make seem right to give I do not want to beg only to say the door is open. You are sure to be most welcome & all I can do for you I will 2 Of course. Dr. Hubbell is also included with all your friends and relatives- whom I would not wrong or wound. I cannot hope for you all to myself - but fill it as you will and come as long as you can. Our dear Miss Childs passed on to the other shore, in the same soft noiselessway of her living and it was all as she would have liked at the burial. It is well with her, Give my kindest greeting to Dr H. and if you can let me know when to look for you -- do so- but any moment shall be the right one, if I do not know. -- Most affectionately -- Sarah B. Earle [*Ansd. Sept 3 1888 Mrs. Earle*] United States Postal Card Nothing but the Address to Be on this Side. Worcester Mass Aug 30 1888 11.45 AM Millbury Mass. Aug 30 1888 Mrs. Otto [Riccins ?] Millbury Mass. for Miss Barton. [*S.B. Earle--*] [*Recd Sept 3 88 ans Sept 3 88*] United States Postal Card Nothing but the Address to Be on this Side. Worcester Mass Aug 30 1888 11.45 AM Miss Clara Barton. No Oxford. Mass--I see by paper today that Miss B. is to be in Millbury tonight. When may I have the pleasure of seeing her, and if she cannot come to me, can not I go to her office. - S.B. Earle My dear - I am sending out tracers this morning -- to Millbury & No. O. -- I have heard nothing yet from my letter to Washn. or my improvised note left at Lincoln House -- when you were reported as "gone to [drive.?]" I am getting desperate for a word of hope. S.B.E. Thurs. Morning [*Sarah B. Earle*] 9.2.1888. Worcester Mass My dear Dr. Thanks for the copy of report. It is very interesting. I have not yet seen Miss Barton and cannot get any word from her. The day of the reunion she belonged to the Soldiers - was in such demand no one outside could get a word with her.A gentleman went to the hall several times to speak, but did not. I called next morning, but she had gone out, & left a note. -- No word came. So I fear she has gone, and I have missed her. How can it be? -- Good bye -- with loads of love to her, if she has returned to W. -- I wanted to have you both here Sincerely yours Sarah B. Earle [*1888*] Wednes. Evening Dear Dr Hubbell - I am delighted with prospect of seeing you both. Do try to make it possible to stop over the Sunday with me! Tell Miss B -- dear soul - that it will be a great joy to Annie Childs, who is very feeble -- tosee Miss B -- & you can both stay with me -- and spend all the time she is able to see you -- with her -- Take carriage to 21 Edward St -- if you are not met, and you can come to me. I hurry this off -- to catch a train. Affec -- S.B. Earle. [*33 Earle*] 9-17-1897. The Mt Vernon, 23 Washington, D.C. My very dear. You have already one award from me -- and now I write again to say that I feel a little lost, not to be running out to Glen Echo to see how you are getting on. I have packed and shipped my lovely rug with my fur cloaks -- and such things -- and they are on their way -- to the Pacific -- It has been so hot. I have not hurried and feel slow and lazy -- leaving all the rest of my days - to do the rest of my work in. -- Tomorrow was my starting day, but wefriend coaxed me to go off into the country to pass yesterday --- so that has put me over to Monday -- I am getting to be a loiterer when nothing pulls or pushes very hard. I enclose Miss Balcom's note for nothing except that I can, and you would see that she got her little package. There were too many stamps and I am using them to write you. Mr. Pullman gave me too much money for the telegram -- the last time -- and how I will get him his change, I do not know. I will not worry over that now. I miss you all -- I think of you all -- many times and often, and fondly. I am wishing for you the very best time. Every hour of every day -- and for all time and ever more. I send you dear heart, my 2 renewed love, and hope that I shall feel always that you remember and cherish our fond affection. Letters can always go, but absorbing duties come to us all and we give our time to the things nearest our hand to a degree. I want to know that you have begun the story of your life and works-- and that it will be done with your own vigorous wording. We shall not live forever on this Earth, you and I, but we often act as tho we expected to. One of my sweetest memories is, seeing a look of real regret on your face --- when we parted. I knew then you loved me.and would never forget. How shall I know -- all the things you will be doing -- on this trip? I shall imagine -- and read what ever may get into a report. Now I pack my own trunk with many of my precious belongings and get off Monday - homewards. I shall see the Lamsons in Hartford, Mrs Richardson in Bristol and my dear friends in Worcester -- & so on -- till I fly west. I had nothing much to say to you -- but to send my love -- I add Sue's -- who talks with me of you all and what you do and say. Greet Dr Hall-Brown for me -- and your nice niece and know that I am fondly yours -- Sarah B. Earle. [*Ans. p.108. P. Cuba*] 4-8-'98-- 250 No. Los Robles Ave. Pasadena., Calif. -- My precious friend -- My beautiful and noble woman. My heart is swelling with pride and bursting with joy -- when I read of you in the papers. I think of you constantly. I long to be with you in these stirring times, and I am so very far away.Greet him for me -- He knows how I feel towards you all -- and with this ever renewing love -- I am fondly yours. Sarah B. Earle. Sometime you will be here, my little camp of a home. But thought -- knows no miles -- love travels like electricity -- You know dear heart that I am thinking with a soul full of prayer -- of you constantly.-- This is only to tell you, what you know. -- and how proud and happy I shd be -- for a word with your signature. Perhaps Dr Hubbell some day will write it for you.Sarah B Earle April 14 May 18 98 Letter of Sympathy [*P letter book p. 163--Cuba.*] 6-6-'98 200. No. Los Robles Ave. Pasadena, Calif. My precious Clara Barton, How glad I was of your letter! No words can tell. I know you are as safe out on a steamer, as on land, but some how it seemed more dangerous. I am not going to worry about you -- but just let my heart swell with its pride and tenderness for you, and pray constantly for your safety, and that you may bless every needy soul in your way. The country is so awakened. Every new deed of daring and bravery seems to fire the soul of the nation anew. -- What splendid men we have when the Country needs valor, and pluck and heroism & sacrifice.I have today a letter from my sister in San Francisco -- The town is all ablaze with enthusiasm. The soldiers came passing in from Montana, Idaho, Dakota, &c -- without uniforms - old worn shoes -- no arms -- in overalls & work clothes -- The Governors wd not allow the equipment taken from the States -- so they drill -- and work away -- earnestly, seriously till they can be equipped, and so well behaved -- one almost wishes they were rough and rude, -- but they are gentle and grateful and work away with all their might -- The people try to make them comfortable. -- They are making flannel bands for the men -- but are troubled to get enough flannel. One commander telegraphed to his home people --"Send us money to buy instruments, Everybody has a band -- The Government want. They picked out the men who could play -- and returning to a secluded corner, played the "Red White and blue" I cannot read the papers without shedding floods of tears -- I do not see why - but somehow -- the things these brave men do, move me tremendously. I hope it will soon end, and without loss.-- It seem only a little while ago -- our bravest and best were being starved in rebel prisons. -- The very fact of War -- opens up all these terrible memories -- wh had begun to slumber, Ms. Clara Baron, darling,all these years of your arduous, patient work, are bearing fruit -- and you shall live to behold its glory. You blessed precious woman! I do not feel far away. Somehow my heart feels very close to you. My little scheme of home making goes on slowly -- because I live out so much but it is pretty and I am contented. I think it is right and I trust that I shall like it. It seems such a little thing to speak of wh history is being made -- and names being enrolled on Fames everlasting tablets. Good-bye dear heart my sweetest of all friends -- May God hold you safe in his care Love to Dr Hubbell -- You have my heart -- Sarah B. Earle --- I do not feel that I have said anything to express my heart full of emotion, but you know dear how much I love you, and how precious your life is -- in my sight. Again I say good bye-- and I am always fondly your -- Sarah B. Earle.Sarah Earle Ans 6-23-98 [*33 Earle*] 6-16-98 257 No. Los Robles ave,. Pasadena, Calif. My dearest Clara B- To have a letter from your own dear hand- was much more than I expected and made me proud and happy- Your precious soul, how good it is - to know that you are in your own great noble works- and that you have lived to see every city and town and hamlet, wherever papers are read and soldiers bred, roused to enthusiasm and knowing about, andand getting interested in, and working for -- the brave boys in blue -- under the beautiful sign and banner of the Red Cross --- Yours in this country! Had it not been for you - it would never to this day have wakened to the truth of its existence. Oh, Those struggling days, when discouragement met every effort and only the sublimest faith carried you on in the work of making people see what it was! Where, oh where is not the Blue Anchor woman? With what quiet dignity you have borne all trial and jealousy and intrigue! Bless your dear heart. I long to take you in my arms and tell you how glad I am that our country has come to see and know and that your work is recognized -- and the blessings will be known & felt, since we must have a war.How important to have had the calamity contingent as something to keep work enlisted -- and the fire burning -- Something to rake up and glow in the ashes -- and hold the heat till a big thing occurred. When the ashes are poked our -- and out bursts living flame -- great red fiery coals -- all aglow, And the sentiment grows - and sparks fly -- and fires kindle here and there all over the great and glorious land -- and the country is ablaze with Red Cross work and feeling and enthusiasm. May God keep thee most precious friend in the safe shelter of his mighty hand. May the everlasting arms be close about thee -- by day and by night -- to support and comfort and strengthen thee. -- May thy great generalship -- be guided in all its plans -- by the wisdom of the Almighty.May the soft, tender loving sympathizing soul of thy life, dear heart, be kept -- as the most potent life spring of everything born of thy inspirations -- and may they be wrought out according to holy design. May all that is best, come to thee, as the result of this mighty struggle -- Some day -- the doors will be open, and your stores will be taken to feed the hungry -- By and by our brave boys will meet wounds and sickness and death will follow in war's trail -- Every conflict will not be Manilla -- and boys as brave as Hobson -- will not all come out unhurt. I am so glad you are near-- with your mitigating conditions. I thank God so much for you precious one!Do give dear love to Dr Hubbell -- I suppose I know no one else -- You dear -- have my heart. --- Affectionately -- Sarah B. Earle. the relief -- and feed the starving -- & minister to the sick and sorrowful. How welcome was the word announcing peace! When will your work end? -- I am so proud of you dear heart! and I send my warm love -- I joined the family in San Francisco -- in a camp -- in Sierra's foot hills -- for five weeks. Have come back to my dear little cabin, and work -- and friends.I have been here nine months -- and have found a host of charming people whom I name friends. We talk Of you! and what you do-- and I tell them all how you look and talk and seem! and how I love you, and how good you are to me. -- and then they all see you with my own fond eyes! Bless you -- dear heart! You will greet Dr Hubbell for me. -- dear soul. -- and others whom I may know! -- What a wonderful war, and how fine our navy has been! I wish I felt proud of Alger - & Shafter, as I do of Dewey and Schley -- and Hobson and Finley! Was not Finley a perfect brave ! He meant to do what he saw to be done! My dearest love to thee sweetheart. Affec. S.B. Earle.Mrs. Sarah B. Earle Aug 28-98 Sept 28-98 Ans. by Dr. Gardner [*Sarah Earle*] [*(?1898)*] Edward St. ____ Worcester. Mass. My Dear, Dear Clara Barton -- Poor dear woman, so long ill, and no loving word from me in all this time! Forgive me darling, & if thou canst, believe my heart full of love. Oh. So much have I thot of thee, & so tenderly -- & longed to see thee so. & when word came that thou wast ill -- I thot "Now she'll come home to us." -- Do come soon, as soon as it will be safe. The season is getting mildnow. & the summer air will breathe softly upon thee here. Mrs. V. is very ill. I have not called when I cd see her, she did not feel able. Come and stay with me awhile & be [???] up, and near thy sister. Everybody expresses so much Loving Sympathy for thee dear. Cans't write a word to say how these fine days find thee? Everything looks lovely now, and grass & flowers & birds await thee with freshness & beauty & song. Now darling good by -- but I love thee. [*33 SB Earle*] 2-26-'99. 200 No Los Robles Ave -- Pasadena, Calif -- My dearest Clara Barton. You are so much in my thought today -- constantly, that it seems as tho I shall not sleep tonight -- unless I send this word of love and greeting to you. And almost a week must pass -- before you will see it. That is the only thing that makes the distance seem long to me. Every day my thoughts go flying to Glen Echo--to you, and I know how busy you are every waking moment, & not taking half enough for sleep -- You have been so good -- in all the hurry to let my letters be acknowledged. This made me proudly happy.and I want to bespeak your thoughts of me -- for one of the earliest copies of your report -- when it shall appear -- and the every word you write -- is so precious, -- and I want the Autograph on everything, too. I will send the price -- but please write your name in mine. --- I hope Dr Hubbell is with you -- and when I read the dreadful things about Mr P -- & Lily M -- & the rest in New York -- & Washn papers -- I feel glad he is away from you. --- Now I see -- what worried you so -- that Summer, -- I see in parts. Dear Dr. Hubbell is all right, I am sure. -- Oh -- how I wish I could see you -- at Glen Echo -- that dear peaceful -- quiet spot, I want to know so many things. The Grandson of one of my dear friends here -- also the mother of they young man -- Volkmon -- came home on the Concha, where Miss Jennings was. --- Her aunt -- Miss [Dreer ?] -- was in N.Y -- & saw them when they landed. -- Tell me dear heart -- did you have all the chance which ought to have been given you for your generalship and management of Red Cross work, in that dreadful war? -- I have felt as tho. you did not. -- I do want to know. -- Tell me this too. -- Shd the women who feed the Soldiers -- & give flowers at R.R- stations -- & Ferries - where are no sick -- or wounded -- & on peaceful home shores -- the members of R.C- Societies wear the brassard on the arm? It did not seem to me right! & somehow I did not like to see it. -- In the field -- in hospital --any place where protection or recognition was necessary seemed the right place -- but it made me uncomfortable to see women -- girls -- all sorts about with well moving troops who were simply passing thro. with this beautiful symbol on their arms. -- Then every man, woman & child -- who paid a dollar for it -- wore the red cross pin -- I had never seen it worn -- save by you - precious one -- and I was jealous. -- They soon tire of them -- & they are thrown away.-- Were they sold by authority? -- Of course they got a lot of money - The whole country was ready to pour treasure freely if they saw the need -- & good use made of it. -- Am I awfully silly about this? Now I send my best love --Do not forget Dr Hubbell -- & of anyone else I [????] Affec S.B. Earle. [*(2-26-99)*] My little home is growing to be so pretty -- and dear. -- & I have been in it a year -- Starting with just what I had in my trunk. Your rug -- is before my fire -- the embroidery on the hall table -- the red piece. -- The other -- square hangs under Cabinet -- in parlor. I see them every time I am in the room. Pray -- Keep the Chamber in my name -- wh was finished for me. -- Will you not, dear heart? Affec - S.B.E-250 No. Los Robles Ave - Pasadena. California, 8-16-1901. -- My most precious friend- Clara Barton, When I received the report of the Galveston work -- I settled down to read it at once -- I soon began to get my spectacles - dim -- and them mopped great tears away -- and soon had to stop reading -- I could not keep from crying. -- Why? -- It seemd to me I could hear your voice -- feel the touch of you own soft little hand in mine -- as you told meall those things -- with your low toned accents -- slow and sure --- of every word. Dear heart -- you are such a wonderful woman and you love and believe in me -- that I can do things! You trust me. and are my precious friend. Is not that a sweet thing to know? -- How much you have done! -- Tell me, are you writing the history of the life we all want so much to have done! Are you doing it? Bless your dear heart, it must be done, and you must yourself do it. -- Even tho we have cruel wars -- and frightful floods. -- 2 Sue wrote me that she and Ina Lubhart were going to Glen Echo to try to see you before her vacation of fifteen days. She has so much time in the whole year of work. fifteen days! I wish I could see you in this beautiful land. Maybe you will come. Who knows? Mrs. Garfield is coming in Oct -- for all the winter -- perhaps a year. I read of Mrs. Morrell's sad plight in being turned out. I am so sorry and surprised. Even in Washington Streets. I thank you , blessed soul, for the report -- so interesting. I am passing it on to friends. I have been today with a friend.who fell, and has not walked for two months -- an active woman, for whom it is hard to to be shut in. -- My little cabin is dear, and sweet & simple and homelike -- all kinds come to see me -- high & lowly -- rich and poor, plain and fashionable, old and young, -- sick and well. I have a host of friends -- and people, humanity -- are my great interest! Life here, seems like reading books. If dear Dr Hubbel is with you give him my love, and believe me your fond old friend -- Sarah B. Earle. [*25 Removal of RX to N.Y.*] Glen Echo, Md., Jan/ 3rd, 1902. Mrs. Sarah B. Earle, 250 North Los Robles Ave., Pasadena, Cal. My dear Sarah B. From out of the Winter snows and rains, I desire to send a greeting as warm and genial as your southern skies. I have only a moment, for I write to tell you that I am making a partial removal: while Glen Echo remains the same, to come and go to and trom, the Headquarters of the American Red Cross are removed to New York. The address is 49, East 58th St., near Central Park, and I go there myself tomorrow. You will understand what I mean when I tell you that my business Manager is Francis Atwater, the brother of our "Dorr." He is now one of the leading business men in Meriden Conn. wealthy and prosperous but remembering the old days that you and I remember. I have made this move to place the Red Cross in firmer and better hands than it has been in the last years. With tender thought of you, among your flowers and your friends, I am always, Yours lovingly,Earle Glen Echo, Maryland, January 17, 1902 Mrs. Sarah B.Earle, 250 Los Robles, Pasadena, California. Dear Sister Sarah: Can you fancy me going back over a pile of neglected letters, some dating back to the last of August, and so marching up like a body of armed men through September, October, November and December, and now come to an open conflict. Well, that is so, I am in the midst of it, and at this moment my sword is measuring with a letter from Sarah. Earle, of date August 16, 1901. In this letter she tells me of the beauties that surround her, of her quiet life, and makes me homesick for it and her. There is no winter there. I fancy I see the flowers blooming around you and the green velvet on every side, the birds and fruits, and the friends that go to sweeten it all. For me, I too am in my home, where winter comes, but mildly so far. Dr. Hubbell is with me, and beside that we quite alone, with such help as we require. It has been a hard and a busy year, and in all this autumn and winter I have failed even to keep up the daily routine of correspondence, so that now we are sitting down, determined an strong handed, to find the last of it and bring ourselves down to date. I have not seen Sister Sue in a long time, but is is always a comfort to know she is near and, if needed, I could call on her, the same true, fiem Sister Sue. Congress is here, not yet, I believe, in the grind of its heaviest work, but saying some pleasant things. I think I must have sent you a little holiday greeting in the form of my report to my annual meeting. It might not have been quite approved, and when the meeting was finished, we had one board less in our platform. I so often wonder if you are coming past, I hardly think it, and yet I greatly want to see you. I make some little journeys here and there but never so far as California. I go next week to Indiana to visit the Gardiners for a week, then all the meetings, conventions and conferences of the busy women of the world are gathering here in February, and each of them must be seen and spoken to. I think you must be glad that you are so far away and out of the rush; I wish I were. I do not envy-2- you, but I congratulate you, and I hope some day to see you, I do not know where, but somewhere. Until then, I am, Yours always lovingly, Clara Barton. [*Susan B Earl*] [*33*] 1-29-1902 200 No. Los Robles Ave. Pasadena, Cal. My blessed friend - Your letter is here. The report came which I read with a lack of understanding. It sounds as tho things had changed - as tho a new order of things wh I could not grasp had come in. --- I cannot think of the Red Cross -- in any hands but yours -- I shall writeyou - later. and this is only to say - I have received all you sent, And dear Dr, Hubbels. pencil message of love. Bless his heart! - How I wish I could see you! I think of you constantly - at Glen Echo - and know where you sit - work - Eat - sleep - take the cars - and come home again! Does the window still stand! If not we had the fun of it at the time, Did we not - I am so happy here, - It exactly suits my desires. 2 My housekeeping is half camp-life. I live out of doors. - Birds & flowers abound. - Friends also - Every body is good to me. - This must not add one to letters you are trying to get answered - It is to say only - Yours received, My dearest lover Ever abiding Affec - Sarah B. Earle.[Sarah B Earle Ansd Jan 3, 1902.] [*33*] 11-24-1902 250 No. Los Robles Ave - Pasadena, California My dearest - Clara Barton, Could I be at Glen Echo - this fine morning - and see you at home! Perhaps dear Dr. Hubbell there too - and a lot of others about - all interested in the home! But I am happy and contented here - and so this is the place just now - for my busy life, I suspect, dear hearts, that as long as we live, you and I will be a busy pair - Willing hands find so much to do - and glad cheerful hearts - do it in a happy way. I have your most interesting & fascinating report - of the St. Petersburg visit - How fine it was - for you to go! I am so proud of you - precious friend! I have read it over & over - and now thank you for remembering to send it to me - You were only coming to your own - when you spoke for our Country there. - Sue sent me a photo of your house at Glen Echo - You were on the piazza - dear and natural - Dr H - or some one looked out at the door. - I cd even see our window on the stair case. I am wondering if it has all faded out - where I patched it up! - Of course it could not last - but I was so happy with you all - in doing it.I never forget anything we have ever done together. I hope I never shall - for all are happy memories. I get no time for going East. - I am well fixed here - for an old lady to whom it seems best to live alone. - The climate - exactly suits me. I have countless friends, Every body is kind - I am crowded Each moment for time - My sister and her charming family are in San Francisco - and come often to see me and I go there once a year. I send you and the blessed Doctor my dear fond. love. I know you will not forget me. as I hold you in sweet remembrance. - We are not far apart in Spirit. How could we be! - Again - dear heart - I thank you for the fine report - of Russia Mailing. I shall not mark your letter of long ago - "Ans" but write again - Ever fondly - Sarah B. Earle - I have all the flowers I want - and each one is precious - Come some day - and see! -[*25 C? G?*] Ansd - April, 25 1903 4-11-1903 250 No. Los Robles Ave - Pasadena, California My dearest Clara Barton. I have been so distressed over the things I would see in the newspapers - I am most glad of the things I received from the New York house - a few days ago - Bless your heart dear - to think that after all these years of work you should have to bear this thing - which seems so awfully mean, and malicious - and it looks as tho - a woman - Miss Boardman, was [rather?] at the head of it. - Are Politicians trying to get control? Is the President listening to them? What is the real reason of it all. -- I remember the Blue Anchor woman. -- Is she still working in this line -- and -- What does Miss Boardman want! -- The idea of private parties -- a few men -- pressuring you off -- to put you out of your own! Why. I am so outraged -- I do not know what to think. I am passing this pamphlet &c along to friends who do not know what to think -- Now -- I send you -- and dear Dr Hubbell -- my warm love & let me know -- what comes of it all -- Affectionately. Sarah B. Earle -- [*25 ?] April 24th, 1903. My dearest Sarah B. Earle: I knew your word would come to me and that you would wonder what it all meant. I do not know, my dear, only that others think they can do the poor work I have done, better than I have, and go about getting possession of it the best they know. You ask what (????) I know of nothing else (???????????????) would get out of the way, which to me would be the most welcome thing that could come to me. I cannot enter into an explanation , but will have sent to you such explanation as the press has made. You remember, my dear, that for almost twenty years everyone was willing to let me drag on my little burden alone; no one who could help wanted to - it seemed too small. When the Spanish War opened it assumed larger proportions and all wanted to take it up and carry it without me. I have never opposed them but have offered my resignation at every annual meeting since. They would never accept it but I trust that now I shall be shown the way of release. This that you see is largely the work of the press, handled by those who want to be heard. Since my reply to the Pres-[*ansd by Christmas card Jan 1904*] 250 No - Los Robles Ave Pasadena, Cal. [*Sarah Earle*] Dearest! I have your paper -- of Red Cross Annual. You dear blessed life President, I send you greeting, love and thanks -- and my best wishes for the sweet festal. time now - and for all the time to come! To think, how useless has been all that fuss -- and how foolish! and how you 2 at this sweet Christmas tide -- and for the new year! -- This beautiful country is still my home and I love it -- Strange to say -- as I grow older I love more its soft gentle charm! I work-- tire -- rest! Enjoy friends and flowers and the almost constant sunshine. My love to Dr Hubbell -- and you-- dear -- have my heart -- Sarah B. Earle.have carried yourself through all -- in that blessed calm! But lots of people will never know -- who read the hate at first -- about the end. -- That is the pity of it-- and what must be endured. People who read, will know -- and the friends for whom we care do read. Yet a wrong is never wholly made right. The scar of a wound stays. I am sending you my fond abiding love, [*ansd. July 9. 1904*] [*Earle 33*] NEW BEDFORD, MASS., June 15th, 1904. The hope has been expressed by many friends of Mrs. Sarah B. Earle that her poems and occasional verses might be published. Her family had already attempted to collect this material from her numerous papers, but a close examination has revealed the fact that Mrs. Earle often omitted to keep any copy. Frequently the rough first draft is all that has been preserved. In order to secure anything like a representative collection, it is necessary to appeal to her widely scattered friends to send in copies of any verses written by Mrs. Earle that they may possess. It is hoped to receive a prompt reply to this appeal, so that a full collection may be obtained. This will probably be placed in the hands of some one of her intimate friends, with a view of selecting therefrom such poems and such portions of poems as might fittingly be published. You are therefore earnestly requested to send to Mrs. Edmund Wood, 72 Orchard Street, New Bedford, Mass,, before August 1st, copies of any poems written by Mrs. Earle that may be in your possession, or that can be obtained by you. My Dear Miss Barton, I was so glad to see your dear Swiss woman today. I think she has been happy in her little visit. I do want to see you so -- shall hope to get to you soon. I can only send you a little remembrance today -- a box of flowers. they go with great love. I send two photos of Sister Emma -- who was there years in Geneva & Hanover. ---They are so pretty. Love them for me -- but I wanted you to see them & will get them when I come - affectionately yours Sarah B.E.