Our age makes much of the "Red Cross" movement.

Hardly fifty years have passed since two English girls boarded the steamer that was to carry them to the Crimea.

Upon the distant battlefields, with their deserted cannon, wounded horses and dying men, at first these gentle girls seemed strangely out of place.

The hospitals were full; neglected soldiers were lying in the thickets, whither they had crawled to die.

Counseling with none, these brave girls moved across the battlefields like angels of mercy.