Offering A Hand Up Is Not A

The Patriot Blood Of My Father Was Warm In My Veins.

A Ball Had Passed Between My Body And The Right Arm Which Supported Him, Cutting Through The Sleeve And Passing Through His Chest From Shoulder To Shoulder. There Was No More To Be Done For Him And I Left Him To His Rest. I Have Never Mended That Hole In My Sleeve.

If Woman Alone Had Suffered Under These Mistaken Traditions [of Women's Subordination], If She Could Have Borne The Evil By Herself, It Would Have Been Less Pitiful, But Her Brother Man, In The Laws He Created And Ignorantly Worshipped, Has Suffered With Her. He Has Lost Her Highest Help; He Has Crippled The Intelligence He Needed; He Has Belittled The Very Source Of His Own Being And Dwarfed The Image Of His Maker.

Oh Northern Mothers Wives And Sisters, All Unconscious Of The Hour, Would To Heaven That I Could Bear For You The Concentrated Woe Which Is So Soon To Follow, Would That Christ Would Teach My Soul A Prayer That Would Plead To The Father For Grace Sufficient For You, God Pity And Strengthen You Every One.

I Founded The American Red Cross.