The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-06-21
People I Should Like
 To Have Known
(Elizabeth ForesteIle)

wherever they go; a sunshine which means pity for the poor, sympathy for the suffering, help for the unfortu- nate and kindness toward all.
 These natures, filled to overflowing with an unsehish love toward suf- fer1ng humanity, have devoted their lives to the neglected and the for saken, including the whole world in their generous hearts, and their names and deeds will never be forgotten , Among this host of the worlds great philanthropists we class Flor ence Nightingale. Let me bring to your mind wildly the personality Of this yelled silent woman" whose name has circled the globe and whose deeds are known in every cline AL ways cheerful, her face was ever df- rected toward happiness. She saw the glory in the grass and the sunshine In the flowers. Hers was the cheer fulness that was invaluable.
 It not only blessed it's -possessor but afforded great measure of en1oy- ment to others. Hers was the life wherein there was something to love, something to hope for, something to do.
 Something to love, exemplffied in the pretty >little girl bandaging the maginary wounds of her dolls in the beautiful nursery at Embley Park something to do-the maiden minis tering to the poor and sick. peasants
 
 to hope for-that maiden now grown into beautiful womanhood ready for the fulfilment of her Hfework
 Instead of spending this life in lux urcy and ease, feted by society, we find her after her presentation at court, studying in London's hospitals, how to nurse the sick back to health and strength. Later perfecttng this knowledge in the hospitals of Ger many and France, she brought it back to her beloved England, there beginning the work of hospital re- form and of uplifting the nurses from their terrible ignorance and degrada- ton.
 However, it was not this work in England, but the golden deeds of the Crimean, that immortali4ed the name of our heroine.
 All honour to the soldier, who, in the heat of battle goes down into the jaws of death'' as did the Noble Six Hundred" Incomparable is this this bravery to the higher courage, the indomitable spirit that it took, to work hour after hour, through corri- dors infected with fever, crowded with suffering, agonized humanity; to stand for perhaps twenty hours at time in an operating room to cheer the soldiers and help them bear their sufferings.
 Tn hospital, in barracks and in camp the SOI01er. mas cause 10 bless her name forsthe comforts he enjoys; ''the poor are cared for, in their homes, and the paupers humanely tended in the workhouse as a, direct result which her example prompted.
 Is it a wonder then, that a grate- full nation should lay it's offerings at her feet, calling her the Angel of the Crimea," that poets waited her fame abroad, and the poor and suf- ferfng loved her? Therefore, say, no honour or title could ennob1e the name of Florence Nightingale; it is peerless by virtue of her heroic deeds.
 Yet she cared not for publicity or fame. After the Crimean War, Eng land raised (5O,00O lbs.) to reward her for her heroism and sent a man of war to convey her home in tri- umph But Florence Nightingale would have none of this. Gathering together the handful of nurses who had survived the levers of India and the horrors of war, she secretly. re- turned to her English home, intend ing with true humility to pass the rest of her days in sec1usion.
 But just like the little violet, which grows low and covers itself with it's own leaves, and yet of all flowers yields the most delicious and fra grant smell, so the name of Florence Nightingale, is not buried in sec1u- sion. but shall live forever, exhun1ing
 
 time.
 Now let us leave the nineteenth century and Journey back four hun dred years to the fifteenth. What is there indeed the same in the two ages? Nothing but the man and woman, the living agents in spheres so different; nothing but love and grief, the affection and sufferings by which humanity is ruled and of which it is capable. Everything else Is changed. What law does for us now, was accomplished then by war, and this must always make a difference inca1cuab1e between nations, now and then.
 The country to which we have been transported is France. Here in those days unity did not exist. It was an era of blood and strife. The natural beauty of France, however, afforded great contrast to this de1uge of storm and bIoodshed.
 Take peep at one of it's quiet viI- Iages on the border of Lorraine, sur rounded by smiling meadows, where the grassy levels are chequered with shadows that fall from the distant hills, and ruffled by winds that steal from the depths of the circling woods. This village is Domremy, the birth place of Jeanne D'Arc, the Maid of Orleans, the Virgin of France.
 whether or not you believe that she was divinely inspired, whether you'd call her the prophets or sor- cerer, you must admit that the stay of the English conquest in France, the drawing of that broken race together and binding 1t irrevocab1y into one, is one of the most wonderful stories in history.
 That the simple peasant maid could by her enthusiasm and goodness, lead those belted knights and trained sol diers of France to victory, is in itself 0. than simplicity and noble steadfastness l during her trial and final execution She stands for all times a great ex- | ample of stainless heroism, the soul being of her kind who has ever at tained full expression in this world.