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THE JOYS OF FRIENDSHIP 
 
THE 
 
 JOYS OF FRIENDSHIP 
 
 EDITED BY 
 
 MARY ALLETTE AYER 
 
 EDITOR OF " DAILY CHEER YEAR BOOK " 
 
 " Who knows the joys of friendship ? 
 The trust, security, and tenderness, 
 The double joy j, where each is glad for both /" 
 
 — Rowe. 
 
 BOSTON 
 LEE AND SHEPARD 
 
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 Published, August, 1905. 
 
 Copyright, 1905, 
 By LOTHROP, LEE & SHEPARD COMPANY. 
 
 All Rights Reserved. 
 
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IV 
 
 TO MY FRIENDS 
 
 We have been friends together ', 
 In sunshine and in shade, 
 
 God bless thee . . 
 With blessing which no word can find. 
 
 — Alfred Tennyson. 
 
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Acknowledgments 
 
 I desire to express grateful appreciation to the 
 following publishers and authors for kind permis- 
 sion to use their copyright material : to Houghton, 
 Mifflin & Co., for selections from Longfellow, 
 Whittier, Lowell, Emerson, and Lucy Larcom ; 
 to Charles Scribner's Sons, for quotations from 
 "Little Rivers," "Fisherman's Luck," "The Toil- 
 ing of Felix," and "The Story of the Psalms," by 
 Henry van Dyke; to Fleming H. Revell & Co., 
 for poems from " Lyrics of Love," " An Experi- 
 ence," "Immortal," "Beloved — A Secret," by 
 Margaret E. Sangster; also to Rev. J. R. Miller, 
 D.D., Rev. Henry van Dyke, D.D., Amos R. 
 Wells, and all others who, by their very cordial 
 consent, have helped to make this compilation 
 possible. 
 
 M. A. A. 
 
 Haverhill, Mass., 
 June, 1905. 
 
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Contents 
 
 The Love of Friendship 
 
 The Companionship of Friendship 
 
 The Sympathy of Friendship 
 
 The Influence of Friendship 
 
 The Immortality of Friendship 
 
 The Divine Friendship . 
 
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 I 
 
 39 
 
 75 
 113 
 
 147 
 171 
 
 IX 
 
The Love 
 
 of 
 Friendship 
 
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 Love is the beginning, the middle, and 
 
 the end of everything. 
 
 — Lacordaire. 
 
 They seem to take away the sun from the 
 world who withdraw friendship from the life; 
 for we have received nothing better from the 
 Immortal Gods, nothing more delightful. 
 
 — Cicero. 
 
 This blessed thing unto mortals given, 
 
 Long ages ago by God above, 
 Is the joy of earth, and the joy of Heaven ; 
 
 And we call the priceless treasure — Love. 
 
 — Emily Stuart Lawrence. 
 
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 HAT is the secret of your life ? " 
 asked Mrs. Browning of Charles 
 Kingsley : u tell me, that I may 
 make mine beautiful, too." He 
 replied, " I had a friend." 
 
 T)Y friendship, I mean the greatest love, and the 
 truest union of minds of which brave men and 
 women are capable. — Jeremy Taylor, 
 
 T WOULD flood your path with sunshine j 
 
 I would fence you from all ill ; 
 I would crown you with all blessings 
 If I could have my will. 
 
 Aye ! but human love may err, dear, 
 And a Power All-Wise is near ; 
 
 So I only pray, God bless you, 
 
 And God keep you through the year. 
 
 — Anon. 
 
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TF I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, 
 
 But have not Love, 
 
 I am become sounding brass, or a clanging cymbal. 
 
 And if I have the gift of Prophecy, 
 
 And know all Mysteries and all Knowledge; 
 
 And if I have all Faith, so as to remove Mountains, 
 
 But have not Love, 
 
 I am nothing. 
 
 And if I bestow all my Goods to feed the poor, 
 
 And if I give my Body to be Burned, 
 
 But have not Love, 
 
 It profiteth me nothing. 
 
 Love suffereth long and is kind ; 
 
 Love envieth not ; 
 
 Love vaunteth not itself, 
 
 Is not puffed up, 
 
 Doth not behave itself unseemly, 
 
 Seeketh not its own, 
 
 Is not provoked, 
 
 Taketh not account of evil, 
 
 Rejoiceth not in unrighteousness, 
 
 But rejoiceth with the Truth ; 
 
 Beareth all things, believeth all things, 
 
 Hopeth all things, endurcth all things ; 
 
 Love never faileth. — St. Paul. 
 
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/"\NLY the same old love, you know, 
 
 I sent it to you long ago. 
 Only the memories of old 
 That never have grown changed or cold. 
 
 No, I have nothing new : and yet 
 
 I scarcely think I need regret 
 
 That it is so, for you and I 
 
 Have precious things from days gone by. 
 
 And if good wishes, good can bring, 
 
 Mine are with you in everything : 
 
 So take the old love tried and true 
 
 On from the old year to the new. — Anon, 
 
 TV /TAKE new friends but keep the old ; 
 
 Those are silver, these are gold. 
 New-made friendships, like new wine, 
 Age will mellow and refine. 
 Friendships that have stood the test — 
 Time and change — are surely best ; 
 Brow may wrinkle, hair grow gray, 
 Friendship never knows decay. — Anon. 
 
 A LL love is sweet, 
 
 Given or returned. Common as life is love, 
 And its familiar voice wearies not ever. — Shelley, 
 
 5 
 
" " " CANNOT bring you wealth," she said ; 
 
 " I cannot bring you fame or place 
 Among the noted of the race ; 
 But I can love you. 
 
 " When trials come to test you, sweet, 
 I can be sunlight to your feet ; 
 My kiss your precious lips shall greet, 
 Because I love you. 
 
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 a If sickness comes, beside your bed 
 I will bend low with quiet tread, 
 And pray God's blessing on your head, 
 Because I love you. 
 
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 " Only myself, my all, I bring ; 
 But count it, sweet, a precious thing 
 To give my life an offering, 
 Because I love you." 
 
 — Sarah K. Bolton. 
 
 "POR life, with all it yields of joy and woe 
 
 And hope and fear, 
 Is just our chance o' the prize of learning love. — 
 How love might be, hath been indeed, and is. 
 
 — Robert Broivning. 
 
 6 
 
" '~PHE greatest thing,'' says some one, " a man 
 can do for his Heavenly Father is to be 
 kind to some of His other children." I wonder 
 why it is that we are not all kinder than we are ? 
 How much the world needs it. How easily it is 
 done. How instantaneously it acts. How infal- 
 libly it is remembered. How superabundantly it 
 pays itself back — for there is no debtor in the 
 world so honorable, so superbly honorable as Love. 
 u Love never faileth." Love is a success, Love is 
 happiness, Love is life. Where Love is, God is. 
 He that dwelleth in love dwelleth in God. God is 
 love. Therefore love. Without distinction, with- 
 out calculation, without procrastination, love. 
 
 — Henry Drummond. 
 
 ' I "HE more we love, the better we are ; and the 
 dearer our friendships are, the dearer we are 
 to God. — 'Jeremy Taylor. 
 
 TT is not enough to have moods of affectionate 
 expression. That would be like trusting for 
 our water to an intermittent spring ; the thirst will 
 come when the water is not there. The habit of 
 love-ways is the need. — Jfr % q Gannett. 
 
 7 
 

 CTRANGE it is and sad, that a human life 
 should so often miss the one human pre- 
 ciousness — the preciousness of love, with all the 
 sympathy, all the compassion, all the sustenance 
 that a worthy love includes. Strange and sad, for 
 you, and for me, if we have so missed that lasting 
 good ; stranger and sadder far to have known it 
 and lost it. — Anon. 
 
 f~PO live in love is to live an everlasting youth. 
 Whoever enters old age by this royal road 
 will find the last of life to be the very best of life. 
 Instead of finding himself descending the hills of 
 life, he will find it uphill all the way, into clearer 
 air. There the vision reaches further; here the 
 sunsets are more golden and the twilight lasts 
 longer. — Mary A. Livermore. 
 
 T OVE is not love 
 
 Which alters when it alteration finds, 
 Or bends with the remover to remove ; 
 O no ; it is an ever-fixed mark, 
 That looks on tempests, and is never shaken ; 
 It is whe star to every wandering bark, 
 Whose worth's unknown, although his height be 
 
 taken. — Shakespeare. 
 
 8 
 
'T'HERE are many kinds of love, as many kinds 
 1 of light, 
 And every kind of love makes a glory in the night. 
 There is love that stirs the heart, and love that 
 
 gives it rest, 
 But the love that leads life upward is the noblest 
 
 and the best. — Henry van Dyke. 
 
 /^\NCE in an age God sends to some of us a 
 friend, who loves in us, not a false imagin- 
 ing, an unreal character ; but, looking through all 
 the rubbish of our imperfections, loves in us the 
 divine ideal of our natures, — loves not the man 
 that we are, but the angel that we may be. Could 
 a mysterious foresight unveil to us this resurrection 
 form of the friends with whom we daily walk, com- 
 passed about with mortal infirmity, we would follow 
 them with faith and reverence through all the dis- 
 guises of human thoughts and weaknesses, u wait- 
 ing for the manifestations of the sons of God." 
 
 — Harriet Beecher Stowe. 
 
 OVE is the greatest of human affections, and 
 friendship the noblest and most refined im- 
 provement of love. South. 
 
 9 
 
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 HPHE most that I can do for my friend is 
 simply to be his friend. I have no wealth 
 to bestow upon him. If he knows that I am happy 
 in loving him he will want no other reward. Is 
 not friendship divine in this ? 
 
 — Henry D. Thoreau. 
 
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 HO are wise in love 
 Love most, say least. 
 
 — Alfred Tennyson. 
 
 "\"\7*E love only partially till we know thor- 
 oughly. Grant that a closer acquaintance 
 reveals weakness, it will also reveal strength. 
 
 — Harriet Beecher Stowe. 
 
 OVE veils her eyes to the imperfections of 
 her idol, and drinks deep draughts from the 
 fount of trust. Anon. 
 
 \ZO\J cannot too often tell your friend you love 
 him. If you say, " I have told him once, 
 and he ought to remember," you are as foolish as 
 the sun would be in saying, " I shone on the earth 
 yesterday, and it ought to remember." 
 
 — J.R. Miller, D.D. 
 
 10 
 
A^7TRE there nothing else 
 
 For which to praise the heavens but only 
 love, 
 Then only love were cause enough for praise. 
 
 — Alfred Tennyson. 
 
 " " OVE in a cottage " is laughed at by very 
 "judicious people," but it is a very sweet 
 thing by the side of indifference in a palace. 
 
 — y. G. Ho/land. 
 
 "\JOW is the time to love, and, better still, 
 
 To serve our loved ones, over passing ill 
 To rise triumphant ; thus the perfect flower 
 Of life shall come to fruitage : wealth amass 
 For grandest giving ere the time be gone. 
 Be glad to-day, to-morrow may bring tears ; 
 Be brave to-day, the darkest night will pass, 
 And golden rays will usher in the dawn : 
 Who conquers now shall rule the coming years. 
 
 — Sarah K. Bolton. 
 
 \70\J may depend upon it that he is a good 
 man whose intimate friends are all good, 
 and whose enemies are characters decidedly bad. 
 
 — Lavater. 
 II 
 
r "PHE lives that make the world so sweet 
 Are shy, and hide like humble flowers ; 
 We pass them by with our careless feet, 
 Nor dream 'tis their fragrance fills the bower, 
 And cheers and comforts us, hour by hour. 
 
 — Anon. 
 
 A LL that I know is that you are to me 
 Wind over water, star on the sea. 
 Dear heart ! 
 Near heart ! 
 Long is the journey, 
 Hard is the tourney ; 
 Would I could be by your side when you fall — 
 Would that my own heart could suffer it all ! 
 
 — Edwin Markham. 
 
 '"THERE is no man imparteth his joys to his 
 friend, but he joyeth the more ; and no man 
 that imparteth his griefs to his friend, but he grieveth 
 the less. — Bacon. 
 
 A FRIENDSHIP that makes the least noise is 
 very often the most useful ; for which reason 
 I should prefer a prudent friend to a zealous one. 
 
 — Addison. 
 12 
 
A^REAT hearts have largest room to bless the 
 
 small ; 
 Strong natures give the weaker home and rest : 
 So Christ took little children to his breast, 
 
 And, with a reverence more profound, we fall 
 In majestic presence that can give 
 Truth's simplest message : u 'Tis by love we live.'' 
 
 — Lucy Larcom. 
 
 IFE is to be fortified by many friendships. 
 To love and be loved, is the greatest hap- 
 piness of existence. — Sydney Smith. 
 
 '"TO be rich in friends is to be poor in nothing. 
 
 — Lilian Whiting. 
 
 ["T is my joy in life to find 
 At every turning of the road, 
 The strong arm of a comrade kind 
 
 To help me onward with my load: 
 And since I have no gold to give, 
 
 And love alone must make amends, 
 My only prayer is, while I live, — 
 God make me worthy of my friends ! 
 
 — Frank De?npster Sherman. 
 *3 
 
IFE may to you bring every good, 
 Which from a Father's hand can fall : 
 But if true lips have said to me, 
 M I love you/' I have known it all. 
 
 — Pbcebe Cary, 
 
 A DAY for toil, an hour for sport, 
 But for a friend life is too short. 
 
 — Ralph Waldo Emerson. 
 
 \\ 7HAT seems to grow fairer to me as life 
 goes by is the love and grace and tender- 
 ness of it ; not its wit and cleverness and grandeur 
 of knowledge — grand as knowledge is — but just 
 the laughter of little children, and the friendship 
 of friends, and the cosey talk by the fire, and the 
 
 sight of flowers, and the sound of music. 
 
 — Anon. 
 
 r I ^HERE is in friendship something of all re- 
 lations and something above them all. It 
 is the golden thread that ties the hearts of all the 
 world. —Evelyn. 
 
 PHE language of friendship is not words, but 
 meanings. It is an intelligence above lan- 
 guage. — Henry Thoreau. 
 
 14 
 
T^RUE friends have no solitary joy or trouble. 
 
 — William Ellery Charming. 
 
 T3URE and true affection, well I know, 
 
 Leaves in the heart no room for selfishness. 
 When we love perfectly, for its own sake 
 We love, and not our own ; being ready thus, 
 Whatever sacrifice is asked, to make ; 
 That which is best for it is best for us. 
 
 — Southey. 
 
 \ "K 7E live most life, whoever breathes most air 
 
 And counts his dying years by sun and 
 sea. ... 
 But when a soul, by choice and conscience, doth 
 Throw out her full force on another soul, 
 The conscience and the concentration both 
 Make mere life, Love. For Life in perfect, whole 
 And air consummated, is Love in sooth, 
 As nature's magnet-heat rounds pole with pole. 
 
 — Elizabeth Barrett Broivning. 
 
 OVE is a greater power than vested might. 
 Love is the central source of all enduring force. 
 Love is the law that sets the whole world right. 
 
 — Ella Wheeler Wilcox, 
 
 O 
 
HTAKING the hand of his friend, who still was 
 
 reluctant and doubtful, 
 Holding it long in his own, and pressing it kindly, 
 
 he added : 
 tt Though I have spoken thus lightly, yet deep is 
 
 the feeling that prompts me : 
 Surely you cannot refuse when I ask in the name 
 
 of our friendship ! " 
 Then made answer John Alden: "The name of 
 
 friendship is sacred ; 
 What you demand in that name, I have not the 
 
 power to deny you ! " 
 So the strong will prevailed, subduing and mould- 
 ing the gentler, 
 Friendship prevailed over love, and Alden went on 
 
 his errand. __ Henry IV. Longfellow. 
 
 A FRIEND shares my sorrow and makes it 
 but a moiety ; but he swells my joy and 
 makes it double. — Jeremy Taylor. 
 
 VXTHATEVER may lie beyond us, 
 
 The lesson this earth has to give 
 Is, learn how to love divinely, 
 
 And then you have learned to live. 
 
 — Anon. 
 
 16 
 
" OVE of every kind is God's love." In 
 knowing that it is such, human love be- 
 comes most sacred and solemn. It is God's heart 
 that throbs in ours when it leaps up within us at a 
 sound of a beloved name, at the pressure of a hand, 
 a glance, a voice, a presence which is like music 
 felt along all the chords of our being. ... In 
 His own glorious way, through His own holy in- 
 spiration, we know what it is to love one another. 
 Like His, our love, when it is true, is no self-seek- 
 ing, but a perpetual giving. And the desire to bear 
 a blessing to any soul must sooner or later bring us 
 near that soul. _ Lucy Larcom. 
 
 CAN . . . wish for you the things I hold good 
 things, — a deep, intense love for one higher 
 and stronger than yourself, or that peace and joy 
 which come, one sees, to some elect natures who 
 have got rid of the achings and yearnings of self, 
 and live in the life of others. 
 
 — George S. Merriman. 
 
 T^HE happiness of love is in action ; its test is 
 what one is willing to do for others. 
 
 — Lew Wallace. 
 
 *7 
 
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 Hj*ROM thee, dear heart, I learned life's truest 
 song; 
 
 Thy voice it was that gave it early birth, 
 And taught me first of life's own mystery. 
 Though heartless time my punishment prolong, 
 Though banished to the farthest spot of earth, 
 Yet sings my soul forever, love, of thee. 
 
 — William R. A. Wilson. 
 
 TN every pure, true, worthy friend whom God 
 gives to us, He sends to us a little measure of 
 His own love and grace. One writes, in recogni- 
 tion of a new blessing God has sent : — 
 " God never loved me in so sweet a wav before ; 
 
 'Tis he alone who can such blessings send ; 
 And when his love would new expression find, 
 He brought thee to me, and said, ' Behold a 
 friend ! ' " 
 
 '"PRUE love is that which the pure heart hath 
 
 known, 
 Which alters not with time or death's decay, 
 Yielding on earth earnest of Paradise. 
 
 — Michael Angela. 
 18 
 
'"PHERE are friends who are to us like a great 
 rock in a weary land. We flee to them in 
 the heat of parching days and rest in their shadow. 
 A friend in whom we can confide without fear of 
 disappointment ; who, we are sure, will never fail 
 us, will never stint his love in serving us, who al- 
 ways has healing tenderness for the hurt of our 
 heart, comfort for our sorrows, and cheer for our 
 discouragement — such a friend is not only a rock 
 of shelter for us in time of danger but is also as 
 rivers of water in a thirsty land, when our hearts 
 cry out for life and love. _ j R MiUer ^ DD 
 
 " T'M sorry that I spelt the word, 
 
 I hate to go above you, 
 Because," — the brown eyes lower fell — 
 " Because, you see, I love you ! " 
 
 — John G. Whhtier. 
 
 T OVE is not getting, but giving ; not a wild 
 dream of pleasure, and a madness of desire — 
 oh, no, love is not that, — it is goodness and honor, 
 and peace and pure living — yes, love is that; and 
 it is the best thing in the world, and the thing that 
 lives longest. _ Henry van Dyh% 
 
 19 
 
OVE comforteth, like sunshine after rain. 
 
 — Shakespeare. 
 
 T WILL tell them, dear, 
 
 That Love reigns — a King, 
 Where storms cannot reach him, 
 
 And words cannot sting ; 
 He counts it dishonor 
 
 His faith to recall ; 
 He trusts ; — and for ever 
 
 He gives — and gives all ! 
 
 — Adelaide A. Procter. 
 
 FRIENDSHIP, a star 
 
 Which moves not mid the morning heavens 
 alone, 
 A smile among dark frowns, — a gentle tone 
 Among rude voices, a beloved light, 
 A solitude, a refuge, a delight. Shelley. 
 
 T^RIENDSHIP is love, without either flowers 
 or veil. _ 7. Q. and A. W. Hare. 
 
 \ \ /"HEN we climb to heaven, 'tis on the rounds 
 Of love to men. — J/j ce Qary. 
 
 20 
 
TF I have any joys when thou art absent, 
 I grudge it to myself: methinks I rob 
 Thee of thy part. __ j^^ 
 
 TT is not because your heart is mine — mine 
 only — 
 
 Mine alone ; 
 It is not because you chose me, weak and lonely, 
 
 For your own ; 
 Not because the earth is fairer, and the skies 
 
 Spread above you 
 Are more radiant for the shining of your eyes — 
 
 That I love you ! 
 
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 But because this human Love, though true and 
 sweet — 
 
 Yours and mine — 
 Has been sent by Love more tender, more complete, 
 
 More divine ; 
 That it leads our hearts to rest in Heaven, 
 
 Far above you ; 
 Do I take you as a gift that God has given — 
 
 And I love you ! 
 
 — Adelaide A. Procter. 
 21 
 
A LL the joy which does not fade is that which 
 
 grows from self-sacrifice. 
 
 — A. H. Bradford. 
 
 " OVE : " Love is the everlasting worker of 
 miracles. When all seems hopeless, and the 
 soul is descending upon the road that has no turning, 
 let it be awakened by love, and immediately all the 
 forces of the spiritual world converge upon it to 
 lift it toward God. Love is the saviour, love is 
 the perpetual wonder of life. 
 
 — Edward Howard Griggs. 
 
 TT is good to have a friend, but it is better to be 
 a friend. The gain of being unselfishly loved 
 and sympathized with and cheered and helped, is 
 not to be compared with the gain of unselfishly 
 loving and sympathizing with and helping and 
 cheering another. No glad incoming to one's 
 heart from without can uplift and enlarge it like 
 the expansive force of generous and self-forgetting 
 love, out-working from within. Anon. 
 
 COUNT myself in nothing else so happy 
 As in a soul remembering my good friends. 
 
 — Shakespeare. 
 22 
 
AT 7"ITH my love this knowledge too was given, 
 Which each calm day doth strengthen more 
 and more, 
 That they who love are but one step from Heaven. 
 
 — yames Russell Lowell. 
 
 EARN that to love is the one way to know 
 Or God or Man ; it is not love received 
 That maketh man to know the inner life 
 Of them that love him ; his own love bestowed 
 
 Shall do it. 
 
 — Jean Ingelow. 
 
 IF any little love of mine 
 
 May make a life the sweeter, 
 If any little care of mine 
 
 May make a friend's the fleeter, 
 If any lift of mine may ease 
 
 The burden of another, 
 God give me love and care and strength 
 To help my toiling brother. — Anon. 
 
 PHEY who prove the strength of love 
 
 Grow younger and more young 
 
 For forty years ! _ Edward Everett Hale. 
 
 2 3 
 
A ND thus from day to day we live, 
 From others take, to others give, 
 So live that they who meet with thee 
 May better, truer, nobler be. 
 
 — E. B. Montreux. 
 
 HHRULY it has been said, a loving heart is the 
 beginning of all knowledge. Carlyle. 
 
 \XT E are never too old to make noo frien's. 
 Frien'ship don't depend on age, but on the 
 kind of a feller you are. A man should keep a 
 boy's heart, an' he'll make frien's like a boy, I 
 don't care how long his whiskers are, ner how 
 
 g ra y« — Judson Ke?npton. 
 
 A ND when is love at its richest ? 
 When most it has given away. 
 And what is the tongue love useth ? 
 The love that it cannot say. 
 
 — H. I. D. Ryder. 
 
 OVE, . . . must needs be true, 
 To what is loveliest upon earth. 
 
 — Alfred Tennyson. 
 24 
 
'"PHEY were happy, blessed as two people must 
 be who love with all their hearts and trust 
 each other from the inmost depths of their souls. 
 That their life was all smooth I do not aver; but 
 it was like what learned men tell us of the great 
 ocean. The storms only troubled its surface, and 
 came from extraneous agencies, such as no life is 
 free from. In its deepest depths was a perpetual 
 calm. — Dinah Mulock Craik, 
 
 OVE is come with a song and a smile. 
 Welcome Love with a smile and a song ; 
 Love can stay but a little while. 
 Why cannot he stay ? They call him away : 
 Ye do him wrong, ye do him wrong ; 
 Love will stay for a whole life long. 
 
 — Alfred Tennyson, 
 
 TF love is not worth loving, then life is not worth 
 living, 
 Nor aught is worth remembering, but well forgot ; 
 For store is not worth storing and gifts are not 
 worth giving, 
 
 If love is not. 
 
 — Christina Rossetti. 
 
 25 
 
TNLESS you can think, when the song is done, 
 No other is soft in the rhythm ; 
 Unless you can feel, when left by One 
 
 That all men else go with him ; 
 Unless you can know when upraised by his breath 
 
 That your beauty itself wants proving ; 
 Unless you can swear — " For life, for death ! " 
 Oh, fear to call it loving ! 
 
 Unless you can muse in a crowd all day, 
 
 On the absent face that fixed you ; 
 Unless you can love as the angels may, 
 
 With the breadth of heaven betwixt you ; 
 Unless you can dream that his faith is fast, 
 
 Through behooving and unbehooving ; 
 Unless you can die when the dream is past, — 
 Oh, fear to call it loving. 
 
 — Elizabeth Barrett Browning. 
 
 CO much we miss 
 
 If love is weak, so much we gain 
 If love is strong, God thinks no pain 
 Too sharp or lasting to ordain 
 
 To teach us this. 
 
 — Helen Hunt Jackson. 
 26 
 
T/^IND messages, that pass from land to land; 
 Kind letters that betray the heart's deep history, 
 In which we feel the pressure of a hand, — 
 One touch of fire, — and all the rest is Mystery. 
 
 — Henry IV. Longfelloiv. 
 
 "\7"ES, Love indeed is light from Heaven, 
 
 A spark of that immortal fire. 
 With angels shared, by Allah given, 
 To lift from earth our low desire. 
 Devotion wafts the soul above, 
 But Heaven itself descends in Love. 
 A feeling from the Godhead caught, 
 To wean from self each sordid thought ! 
 A ray of Him who formed the whole ; 
 A glory circling round the soul ! 
 
 — Lord Byron. 
 
 IF we love God, we know what loving is, 
 
 For love is God's, He sent it to the earth, 
 Half human, half divine, all glorious, — 
 Half human, half divine, but wholly His ; 
 Not loving God, we know not love's true worth, 
 We taste not the great gift He gave to us. 
 
 — Alaurice Francis Egan. 
 27 
 
"M"EVER was a sincere word utterly lost. Never 
 a magnanimity fell to the ground, but there 
 is some heart to greet and accept it unexpectedly. 
 
 — Ralph JValdo Emerson. 
 
 PHOSE who would make friends must culti- 
 vate the qualities which are admired and 
 which attract. . . . You must cultivate gener- 
 osity and large-heartedness ; you must be magnani- 
 mous and tolerant; . . . you must look upward 
 and be hopeful, cheery and optimistic. No one will 
 be attracted by a gloomy pessimist. ... If you 
 have friends, don't be afraid to express your friend- 
 ship ; don't be afraid to tell them you admire or 
 love them. ... A lady was asked how she 
 managed to get along so well with disagreeable 
 people. " It is very simple," she replied ; " all I 
 do is to try to make the most of their good qualities 
 and pay no attention to their disagreeable ones." 
 No better formula by which to win and hold 
 friends could be found. Success, 
 
 " OVE is delicate ; Love is hurt with jar or 
 fret," and you might as well expect a violin 
 to remain in tune if roughly used, as Love to sur- 
 vive if chilled or driven into itself. — Anon, 
 
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A FRIEND, — it is another name for God, 
 Whose love inspires all love, is all in all ; 
 Profane it not, lest lowest shame befall. 
 
 Lucy Larcom. 
 
 "OELOVED, let us love so well 
 
 Our work shall still be better for our love. 
 And still our love be sweeter for our work ! 
 
 — Elizabeth Barrett Browning. 
 
 I 
 
 CANNOT find a truer word 
 Nor fonder to caress you ; 
 Nor song of poem I have heard 
 
 Is sweeter than " God bless you ! " 
 
 God bless you ! so I breathe a charm 
 Lest Grief's dark night oppress you. 
 
 Then how can Sorrow bring you harm 
 If 'tis God's way to bless you. 
 
 And so, not " All thy days be fair, 
 
 And shadows touch thee never," 
 
 But this alone — God bless you, dear! 
 
 So thou art safe forever. 
 
 — Julia A. Baker. 
 
 29 
 
'"THOSE that we love most are always the ones 
 
 Henry van Dyke. 
 
 that we have known best. 
 
 '"PHIS perhaps was love — 
 
 To have its hands too full of gifts to give — 
 For putting out a hand to take a gift. 
 
 — Elizabeth Barrett Browning. 
 
 T^RIENDSHIP consists in being a friend, not 
 in having a friend. _ Trumbull. 
 
 /^*IVE it! Give it! whether the object of your 
 friendship becomes a friend or not. It is a 
 most hindering error to suppose that two are re- 
 quired for friendship. The most enriching friend- 
 ships of all time have been lonely ones. Be you 
 a friend. — Amos R. Wells. 
 
 u_y OVE 
 
 That life and death are fashioned of, 
 From the first breath that burns/' 
 
 Friendship is love without his wings. 
 
 — Byron. 
 
 3° 
 
T^RIENDSHIP — our friendship — is like the 
 
 beautiful shadows of evening, 
 Spreading and growing till life and its light pass 
 
 away. — Michael Vitkovics. 
 
 "FRIENDSHIP is the greatest luxury of life. 
 
 — Edward Everett Hale. 
 
 T^RIENDSHIP, like love, must be largely taken 
 " for better, for worse." It is idle to " throw 
 over " a friend who in many ways gives you 
 pleasant and agreeable companionship, because, 
 indeed, you discover faults not at first perceived. 
 If one waits to find perfection in his friend, he will 
 probably wait long and die unfriended at last. 
 
 — Lilian Whiting. 
 
 " A FRIEND loveth at all times" (Prov. 17: 17). 
 That is a test of a true friend, — that he 
 loves at all times. When a man is prosperous 
 and popular, seeming friends are numerous. It is 
 not easy for him, it may not be easy for some of 
 them, to tell how sincere the friendship is. But 
 in the time of darkness the stars of friendship 
 shine brightest. — Endeavor World. 
 
 3 1 
 
"CpACH day, beloved, I think I love thee more 
 
 Than any day that we have ever known, 
 But less than that which is to come. 
 What will it matter then, in after years, 
 The furrowed cheek, or ever-whitening hair, 
 If always Love grows stronger, more serene ! 
 Think in our hearts what precious memories live, 
 Not one of mine which is not also thine, 
 Binding the old bonds closer every day, 
 Weaving new links in Life's bright golden chain ! 
 We shall grow old and weak, with feeble steps, 
 But closer every day, our clasping hands, 
 Since every day, beloved, I love thee more 
 Than any day that we have ever known, 
 Yet less than that which is to come. Anon, 
 
 T)E mine some simple service here below, — 
 
 To weep with those who weep, their joys to 
 share, 
 Their pain to solace, or their burdens bear. 
 
 — Edward Everett Hale. 
 
 THERE'S nae power in Heaven or airth like 
 love. It makes the weak strong and the 
 dumb tae speak. _ j an Maclaren. 
 
 3 2 
 
/^~\NE measure of a man's greatness is his capacity 
 for love. Let us not be afraid of loving 
 too much. That is what God made hearts for, 
 and unless they are exercising this capacity, we 
 may be sure there is something vitally wrong with 
 them. For I believe hearts, like bodies, can only 
 be kept in perfect condition by exercise. Neither 
 let us be afraid of expressing our love. Too often 
 it is like the talent wrapped within a napkin. We 
 are so chary of giving it expression, that it is 
 hidden away, ofttinies entirely unguessed by its 
 object. Alas ! that so much of kindly sympathy 
 and loving appreciation are withheld, until, too late, 
 they fall upon ears that hear not and hearts forever 
 stilled ! — Leila L. Topping. 
 
 ' I "HERE is as yet no culture, no method of prog- 
 ress known to men, that is so rich and com- 
 plete as that which is ministered by a truly great 
 friendship. — Phillips Brooks. 
 
 n^WICE blest whose lives are faithful prayers, 
 
 Whose loves in higher love endure ; 
 
 What souls possess themselves so pure ? 
 
 Or is their blessedness like theirs ? 
 
 — Alfred Tennyson. 
 
 33 
 
/^OME to me, dearest, I'm lonely without thee, 
 Daytime and night-time, I'm thinking about 
 thee ; 
 Night-time and daytime, in dreams I behold thee; 
 Unwelcome the waking which ceases to fold thee. 
 Come to me, darling, my sorrows to lighten, 
 Come in thy beauty to bless and to brighten ; 
 Come in thy womanhood, meekly and lowly, 
 Come in thy lovingness, queenly and holy. 
 
 ******* 
 
 You have been glad when you knew I was gladdened ; 
 Dear, are you sad now you hear I am saddened ? 
 Our hearts ever answer in tune and in time, love, 
 As octave to octave, and rhyme unto rhyme, love : 
 I cannot weep but your tears will be flowing, 
 You cannot smile but my cheek will be glowing; 
 I would not die without you at my side, love, 
 You will not linger when I shall have died, love. 
 
 — 'Joseph Brennan. 
 
 T IVE not without a friend : the Alpine rock 
 
 must own 
 Its mossy grace or else be nothing but a stone. 
 
 — W. W. Story. 
 
 34 
 
IFE is not a holiday, but an education. And 
 the one eternal lesson for us all is bow 
 better can ive love. What makes a man a good 
 artist, a good sculptor, a good musician ? Prac- 
 tice. What makes a good man ? Practice ; 
 nothing else. There is nothing capricious about 
 religion. We do not get the soul in different ways, 
 under different laws, from those in which we get 
 the body and the mind. If a man does not exer- 
 cise his arm lie develops no biceps muscle ; and 
 if a man does not exercise his soul, he acquires 
 no muscle of soul, no strength of character, no 
 vigor of moral fibre, nor beauty of spiritual growth. 
 Love is not a thing of enthusiastic emotion. It 
 is a rich, strong, vigorous expression of the whole 
 round Christian character — the Christlike nature 
 in its fullest development. And the constituents 
 of this great character are only to be built up by 
 ceaseless practice. — Henry Drummond. 
 
 *T^HE world goes by. 
 
 We still have each other, my friend and I, 
 We yet have each other, on sea or shore, 
 Can mortal desire a joy the more ? 
 
 — Margaret Sangster. 
 
 35 
 
" A 1 THAT means the voice of life ? " she an- 
 swered, " Love ! " 
 For love is life, and they who do not love 
 Are not alive. But every soul that loves 
 Lives in the heart of God and hears Him speak. 
 
 — Henry van Dyke. 
 
 jDECAUSE I love you, dear,— 
 
 Because my heart sings all day long, 
 A song of love, a new sweet song, 
 I find I love the whole world more. 
 
 Because I love you, dear, — 
 I love the little ones I pass, 
 And see, in each dear lad and lass 
 
 The flower of love like ours, dear heart. 
 
 Because I love you, dear, — 
 
 I'm tenderer than I have ever been, 
 The thought of you comes in between 
 
 Me and an impulse less than true. 
 
 Because I love you, dear, — 
 
 Ah ! what in all the world is there 
 I cannot suffer, cannot dare ? 
 
 Because you're all the world to me. 
 
 — Anon. 
 
 36 
 
I 
 
 KNOW now that it is by loving, and not by- 
 being loved, that one can come nearest the 
 soul of another ; yea, that where two love, it is 
 the love of each other, and not being beloved by 
 each other, that originates and perfects and assures 
 their blessedness. I know that love gives to him 
 that loveth power over any soul beloved, even if 
 that soul know him not, bringing him inwardly 
 close to that spirit; a power that cannot but be 
 for good ; for in proportion as selfishness intrudes 
 the love ceases, and the power that springs there- 
 from dies. _ George Macdonald. 
 
 TN peace love tunes the shepherd's reed ; 
 In war he mounts the warrior's steed ; 
 In halls in gay attire is seen ; 
 In hamlets dances on the green. 
 Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, 
 And men below, and saints above ; 
 For love is heaven, and heaven is love. 
 
 — Sir Walter Scott. 
 
 L 
 
 OVE can sun the Realms of Night. 
 
 — Schiller. 
 
 37 
 
/^H, let us not wait to be just, or pitiful, or 
 demonstrative toward those we love until 
 they are struck down by illness or threatened with 
 death. Lire is short, and we never have too much 
 time for gladdening the hearts of those who are 
 traveling the dark journey with us. Oh, be swift 
 to love, make haste to be kind. 
 
 — AmiePs Journal. 
 
 OVE is the only good in the world. 
 Henceforth be loved as heart can love, 
 Or brain devise, or hand approve. 
 
 — Robert Browning. 
 
 38 
 
The 
 
 Companionship 
 
 of 
 
 Friendship 
 
 39 
 
And who will walk a mile with me 
 
 Along life's weary way ? . . . 
 
 A friend who knows and dares to sav 
 
 J 
 
 The brave sweet words that cheer the way 
 Where he walks a mile with me. 
 
 — Henry van Dyke. 
 
 For me no blessing in the power of fate 
 Can be compared, in sanity of mind, 
 To friends of rich companionable kind. 
 
 — Horace. 
 
 40 
 
jOU and I, darling, just you and I ! 
 P Never weary of each other, under 
 any sky ; 
 You and I, beloved, only, and we're 
 never dull or lonely, 
 As we talk, or are we silent, and the day goes 
 drifting by. — Margaret Sangster. 
 
 (~\ FRIEND, my bosom said, 
 
 ^^^ Through thee alone the sky is arched, 
 
 Through thee the rose is red, 
 
 All things through thee take nobler form 
 And look beyond the earth, — 
 
 The mill-round of our fate appears, 
 A sun-path in thy worth. 
 
 Me, too, thy nobleness has taught 
 To master my despair ; 
 
 The fountains of my hidden life 
 Are through thy friendship fair. 
 
 — Ralph Waldo Emerson. 
 4 1 
 
T^HIS is my dream, to have you on a day 
 
 Of beating rain and sullen clouds of gloom 
 
 Here with me, in the old, familiar room, 
 Watching the logs beneath the flames' swift play 
 
 Burst into strange conceits of bud and bloom. 
 
 The things we know about us here and there, 
 The books we love, half read, on floor and knee, 
 The stein the Dutchman brought from oversea 
 
 Standing invitingly beside your chair, 
 
 The while we quote and talk and — disagree ; 
 
 Rebuild the castles that we reared in Spain, 
 Reread the poet that our childhood knew, 
 With eyes that meet when some quaint thought 
 rings true. 
 Oh, friend, for some such day of cheer and rain, 
 Books, and the dear companionship of you ! 
 
 — Theodosia Garrison. 
 
 TWO are better than one ; because they have a 
 good reward for their labor. For if they fall, 
 the one will lift up his fellow : but woe to him 
 that is alone when he falleth ; for he hath not 
 another to help him up. — Ecclesiastes. 
 
 42 
 
/^ROW old along with me ! 
 The best is yet to be, 
 The last of life for which the first was made ; 
 Our times are in His hand 
 Who saith " A whole I planned, 
 
 Youth shows but half; trust God : see all, nor 
 be afraid ! " __ £^ r , Browning. 
 
 "OUT, after all, the very best thing in good talk, 
 and the thing that helps it most, is friendship. 
 Now it dissolves the barriers that divide us, and 
 loosens all constraint, and diffuses itself like some 
 fine old cordial through all the veins of life — this 
 feeling that we understand and trust each other, 
 and wish each other heartily well ! Everything 
 into which it really comes is good. It transforms 
 letter writing from a task into a pleasure. It 
 makes music a thousand times more sweet. The 
 people who play and sing not at us, but to us, — 
 how delightful it is to listen to them ! Yes, there 
 is a talkability that can express itself even with- 
 out words. There is an exchange of thought and 
 feeling which is happy alike in speech and in 
 silence. It is quietness pervaded with friendship. 
 
 — Henry van Dyke. 
 43 
 
'TWO good friends had Hiawatha, 
 Singled out from all the others, 
 Bound to him in closest union, 
 And to whom he gave the right hand 
 Of his heart in joy and sorrow. 
 
 — Henry W. Longfellow. 
 
 /^OOD companionship has only blessings and 
 benediction for a life. There have been mere 
 chance meetings, just for a moment, which have 
 left blessings whose influence shall never perish. 
 
 " There was a smile 
 Which out of her eyes' blue heaven fell 
 
 As the sunbeams dart. 
 The beautiful smile fell into my heart, 
 And, falling, was folded in love's sweet shell, 
 And the beautiful smile became a song 
 
 In my heart." 
 
 Words, thoughts, songs, kindly deeds, the power 
 of example, the inspiration of noble things, drop 
 out of the heaven of pure friendship into the depths 
 of the heart, and, falling, are folded there and be- 
 come beautiful gems and holy adornments in the 
 life. —J.R. Miller. 
 
 44 
 
HPHE friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, 
 Grapple them to thy soul with hooks of steel. 
 
 — Shakespeare. 
 
 TTOW few take time for friendship ! How few 
 plan for it ! It is treated as a haphazard, 
 fortuitous thing. May good luck send us friends ; 
 we will not go after them. May favoring fortune 
 bind our friendships ; we will take no stitches our- 
 selves. Review yesterday, and all your yesterdays. 
 Did they open with any thought for friendship, — 
 its pursuit, its retention, its glorification ? Yet 
 friendship requires painstaking. No art is so diffi- 
 cult, no craft so arduous. Roll a ball of clay 
 and expect it to become a rose in your hand, but 
 never expect an acquaintanceship, without care 
 and thought, to blossom into friendship. 
 
 — Amos R. Wells. 
 
 o 
 
 LD books, old wine, old nankeen blue, 
 All things, in short, to which belong 
 The charm, the grace that Time makes 
 
 strong 
 
 All these I prize, but (entre nous) 
 
 Old friends are best. — Austin Dobson. 
 
 45 
 
L 
 
 OVE is flowerlike ; 
 Friendship is like a sheltering tree. 
 
 — S. T. Coleridge. 
 
 (COMPANIONSHIP is founded upon trust. In 
 John's life how charmingly it is illustrated ! 
 Jesus and John, presumably cousins after the 
 natural man, were congenial spirits. Each had 
 well-nigh perfect confidence in the other. No 
 example of close friendship between two men 
 can equal this one. They were companions most 
 companionable. Who can tell how much com- 
 fort and enjoyment Jesus derived from John's 
 noble, rich life ? — Zion's Herald, 
 
 (~\F all felicities, the most charming is that of a 
 firm and gentle friendship. It sweetens all 
 our cares, dispels our sorrows, and counsels us in 
 all extremities. Nay, if there were no other com- 
 fort in it than the bare exercise of so generous a 
 virtue, even for that single reason a man would 
 not be without it. Seneca. 
 
 r ~PHE only rose without a thorn is friendship. 
 
 — Mile, de Scud'ery. 
 
 4 6 
 
TVTOT only does friendship introduce daylight in 
 the understanding out of darkness and con- 
 fusion of thoughts \ it maketh a fair day in the 
 affections from storm and tempests : in consulta- 
 tion with a friend a man tosseth his thoughts more 
 easily ; he marshalleth them more orderly ; he seeth 
 how they look when they are turned into words ; 
 finally, he waxeth wiser than himself, and that 
 more by an hour's discourse than by a day's 
 meditation. — Bacon. 
 
 ~VX 7"E must, moreover, be as careful to keep 
 friends as to make them. If every one 
 knew what one said of the other, Pascal assures 
 us that M there would not be four friends in the 
 world." This I hope and think is too strong, but 
 at any rate try to be one of the four, and when 
 you have made a friend, keep him. " Hast thou a 
 friend," says an Eastern proverb, u visit him often, 
 for thorns and brushwood obstruct the road which 
 no one treads." The affection should not be mere 
 " tents of a night." __ Sir John Lubbock. 
 
 f\H, be my friend, and teach me to be thine ! 
 
 — Ralph JValdo Emerson. 
 47 
 
*~PHERE is, after all, something in these trifles 
 that friends bestow upon each other which is 
 an unfailing indication of the place the giver holds 
 in the afFections. I would believe that one who 
 preserved a lock of my hair, a simple flower, or 
 any trifle of my bestowing loved me, though no 
 show was made of it : while all the protestations 
 in the world would not win my confidence in one 
 who set no value on such little things. 
 
 Trifles they may be ; but it is by such that 
 character and disposition are oftenest revealed. 
 
 — Washington Irving. 
 
 "FRIENDSHIP is steady and peaceful; not 
 much jealousy and no heart-burnings. 
 
 It strengthens with time, and survives the small- 
 pox and a wooden leg. 
 
 It doubles our joys, divides our griefs, and 
 warms our lives with a steady flame. 
 
 — Charles Reade. 
 
 \ "\ ^ELL-CHOSEN friendship, the most noble 
 
 Of virtues, all our joys makes double 
 
 And into halves divides our trouble. 
 
 — Den ham. 
 
 4 8 
 
 / 
 
 • 
 
" A FRIEND — the first person who comes in 
 when all the world has gone out." 
 
 AM no friend to purely psychological attach- 
 ments. In some unknown future they may be 
 satisfying, but in the present I want your words 
 and your voice, with your thoughts, your looks, 
 and your gestures to interpret your feelings. The 
 warm, strong grasp of Greatheart's hand is as dear 
 to me as the steadfast fashion of his friendships. 
 
 — Henry van Dyke. 
 
 DE slow in choosing a friend, slower in chang- 
 in g* — Benjamin Franklin. 
 
 "\ \ THEN are we old ? and how and where, 
 
 When gray hairs steal in unaware ? 
 May it be known by signs of care, 
 Or children's children here and there ? 
 
 *■»*... -j* i&M jg >i» -\ ■■ 
 
 ^^ ^* ^* ^* *^ ^* 
 
 'Tis by the heart the secret's told, 
 'Tis by the smile we're young or old, 
 'Tis as the life its joy shall hold, 
 It is the laugh reveals the soul. 
 
 — y. IV. Sanderson. 
 49 
 
HPHE face of a friend ! How it shines in the 
 darkness 
 
 That often assails us ! How preciously near 
 It seems, when the trial of long, long denial 
 
 Has made the sweet blessing unspeakably dear ! 
 
 The heart is consoled, and is lonely no longer, 
 
 Its terrors and tremors are all at an end, 
 And the way that was dreary becomes bright and 
 cheery, 
 
 Illumined at once by the face of a friend. 
 
 — Anon. 
 
 A FRIEND is a person with whom I may be 
 sincere. Before him, I may think aloud. 
 
 — Ralph Waldo Emerson. 
 
 " POR age is the chilling of heart ; 
 
 And thine, as mine can tell, 
 Is as young and warm as when first we heard 
 
 The sound of our bridal bell ! " 
 I turned and kissed her ripe red lips : 
 
 " Let time do its worst on me, 
 If in my soul, my Love, my Faith, 
 
 I never seem old to thee ! " J r / Bates. 
 
 50 
 
r I A HE whole secret of remaining young in spite 
 of years, and even of gray hairs, is to cherish 
 enthusiasm in one's self, by poetry, by contempla- 
 tion, by charity — that is, in fewer words, by the 
 maintenance of harmony in the soul. 
 
 — AmieFs ^Journal. 
 
 TN the hour of distress and misery the eye of 
 every mortal turns to friendship ; in the hour 
 of gladness and conviviality, what is our want? It 
 is friendship. When the heart overflows with 
 gratitude, or with any other sweet and sacred senti- 
 ment, what is the word to which it would give 
 utterance ? A friend. — Walter S. Landor. 
 
 f~\ NEVER mind the months and days ; 
 
 The things that people wear 
 Are all outside ; there's something else 
 That's ever young and fair. 
 'Tis love that makes the joy of life, 
 Love — the best gift of Heaven. — Anon. 
 
 
 T^RIENDSHIP is a unison of spirits, a marriage 
 of hearts, and the bond thereof virtue. 
 
 — William Penn. 
 51 
 
" /^OD gives thee youth but once. Keep thou 
 The childlike heart that will His kingdom 
 be ; 
 The soul pure-eyed that, wisdom led, even now 
 His blessed face shall see." 
 
 To me ye never will grow old, 
 
 But live forever young in my remembrance — 
 
 Never grow old, nor change, nor pass away ! 
 
 Your gentle voice will flow on forever, 
 
 When life grows bare and tarnished with decay, 
 
 As through a leafless landscape flows a river. 
 
 — Henry W. Longfellow, 
 
 TN friends 
 
 Whose souls do bear an equal yoke of love, 
 There must needs be a like proportion 
 Of lineaments, of manners, and of spirit. 
 
 — Shakespeare. 
 
 A MAN, be the Heavens ever praised, is suffi- 
 cient for himself; yet were ten men, united 
 in love, capable of being and of doing what ten 
 thousand singly would fail in. Infinite is the 
 help man can yield to man. Carlyle. 
 
 52 
 
AH! don't be sorrowful, darling, 
 
 And don't be sorrowful, pray ; 
 
 Taking the year together, my dear, 
 
 There isn't more night than day. 
 
 'Tis rainy weather, my darling, 
 
 Time's waves, they heavily run ; 
 
 But taking the year together, my dear, 
 
 There isn't more cloud than sun. 
 
 We're old folks now, companion, 
 
 Our heads they are growing gray; 
 But taking the year all round, my dear, 
 
 You will always find the May. 
 We've had our May, my darling, 
 
 And our roses, long ago j 
 And the time of the year is come, my dear, 
 
 For the silent night and the snow. 
 
 And God is God, my darling, 
 
 Of night as well as of day, 
 And we feel and know that we can go 
 
 Wherever He leads the way. — Anon. 
 
 T AM not of that feather, to shake off 
 My friend when he most needs me. 
 
 — Shakespeare. 
 
 53 
 
T^O me, my friend, you never can grow old. 
 
 — Shakespeare. 
 
 "VTJlS, we must ever be friends ; and of all who 
 
 offer you friendship, 
 Let me be ever the first, the truest, the nearest, 
 
 and dearest. — Henry W. Longfellow. 
 
 HTRUE happiness 
 
 Consists not in the multitude of friends, 
 
 But in the worth and choice. 
 
 — Ben 'Jonson. 
 
 "\/OU must, therefore, love me myself, and not 
 my circumstances, if we are to be real friends. 
 
 — Cicero. 
 
 T^AITHFUL are the wounds of a friend. 
 
 — Proverb. 
 
 pRIENDSHIP'S the wine of life. 
 
 — Toung. 
 
 AM of the opinion that, except among the 
 virtuous, friendship cannot exist. Cicero. 
 
 54 
 
/^LD friends are best. King James used to call 
 for his old shoes ; they were easiest for his 
 
 feet - — Selden. 
 
 "PRIEND of my bosom, thou more than a 
 
 brother, 
 Why wert not thou born in my father's dwelling ? 
 
 — Charles Lamb. 
 
 "UIS life was gentle; and the elements 
 
 So mixed in him that Nature might stand up 
 And say to all the world, " This was a man." 
 
 — Shakespeare. 
 
 A FRIEND 
 
 Welded into our life is more to us 
 Than twice five thousand kinsmen, one in blood. 
 
 — Euripides. 
 
 "OEYOND all wealth, honor, or even health, 
 is the attachment we form to noble souls ; be- 
 cause to become one with the good, generous, and 
 true is to become in a measure good, generous, and 
 true ourselves. _ £>,.. Thomas Arnold. 
 
 55 
 
T^RIENDSHIP is worth taking trouble about. 
 It is one of the things about which we should 
 remember the apostle's command, " Hold fast that 
 which is good." Thoreau said : " The only dan- 
 ger in friendship is that it will end." Correspond- 
 ence and conversation and social courtesies are 
 the ways in which we throw guards around our 
 friendships lest they end. A man who loses a 
 friend for want of a letter now and then is like the 
 man who loses his money for lack of a pocket- 
 book. He is losing a very precious thing for lack 
 of a very little expense and trouble. How care- 
 fully Jesus selected the close circle of His friends, 
 and how watchfully He guarded their mutual friend- 
 ship after He had selected them. The friend who 
 sticketh closer than a brother is always one who 
 has taken some trouble in the matter of his friend- 
 ships. Let us be careful that we do not go through 
 life with holes in our pockets through which our 
 friendships slip. _ Sunday School Tunes, 
 
 A FAITHFUL friend is better than gold, — 
 A medicine for misery : an only possession. 
 
 — Burton. 
 
 56 
 
r "PHE years have taught some sweet, some bitter 
 lessons — none wiser than this : to spend in all 
 things else, but of old friends to be most miserly. 
 
 — parties Russell Lowell. 
 
 pRIENDSHIP is the most valuable of all human 
 possessions. — Latius. 
 
 A LL who joy would win 
 
 Must share it, — Happiness was born a twin. 
 
 — Byron. 
 
 TUTOW few take time for friendship ! We have 
 long hours for gold and silver and banknotes, 
 or for what we boastfully call our work in the 
 world ; but we have grudged minutes for the gold 
 of eternity, which is character, and the work of 
 eternity, which is fashioning it. Review yesterday. 
 Did it hold, gathering all the minutes, half an hour 
 for friendship ? _ Amos R. Wells. 
 
 A RISE, and get thee forth and seek 
 A friendship for the years to come. 
 
 — Alfred Tennyson. 
 
 57 
 
TVTOT chance of birth or place has made us 
 
 friends, 
 Being ofttimes of different tongues and nations, 
 But the endeavor for the selfsame ends, 
 With the same hopes, and fears, and aspirations. 
 Therefore I hope, as no unwelcome guest, 
 At your warm fireside, when the lamps are lighted, 
 To have my place reserved among the rest, 
 Nor stand as one unsought and uninvited. 
 
 — Henry IV. Longfellow. 
 
 T3LESSED is the man who has the gift of mak- 
 ing friends ; for it is one of God's best gifts. 
 It involves many things, but, above all, the power 
 of going out of one's self and seeing and appreciat- 
 ing whatever is noble and loving in another man. 
 
 — Thomas Hughes. 
 
 A S you grow ready for it, somewhere or other 
 you will find what is needful for you in a 
 friend. — George Macdonald. 
 
 TWO lovely berries moulded on one stem : 
 So, with two seeming bodies, but one heart. 
 
 — Shakespeare. 
 
 S3 
 
r^i FRIEND ! O best of friends ! Thy absence 
 
 more 
 Than the impending night darkens the landscape 
 
 ° cr * — Henry IV. Longfellow. 
 
 T7RIENDS are like melons. Shall I tell you 
 
 why ? 
 To find one good you must a hundred try. 
 
 — Claude Mermet. 
 
 r T*HERE is no treasure the which may be com- 
 pared unto a faithful friend, 
 
 Gold soon decayeth, and worldly wealth consumeth 
 and wasteth in the wind. 
 
 But love, once planted in a perfect and pure mind, 
 endureth weal or woe, 
 
 The frowns of fortune, come they never so unkind, 
 cannot the same overthrow. 
 
 — The Roxburgh Ballads. 
 
 \ T 7"HAT is this life that thou shouldst be forgot, 
 For all that it hath yet to give me ? Nay ! 
 In this world or the next I count to be 
 Remembering and remembered. Montgomery. 
 
 59 
 

 "\^7"E use the word friend very lightly. We 
 
 talk of our " host of friends," meaning all v 
 with whom we have friendly relations, or even 
 pleasant acquaintance. We say a person is our 
 friend when we know him only in business or 
 socially, when his heart and ours have never 
 touched in any real communion. . . . To be- 
 come another's friend in the true sense is to take 
 the other into such close, living fellowship, that his 
 life and ours are knit together as one. It is far 
 more than a pleasant companionship in bright, 
 sunny hours. A true friendship is entirely unself- 
 ish. It loves not for what it may receive, but 
 what it may give. Its aim is " not to be minis- 
 tered unto, but to minister." ... It is a sacred 
 thing, therefore, to take a new friend into our life, 
 we accept a solemn responsibility when we do so. 
 We should choose our friends thoughtfully, wisely, 
 prayerfully ; but when we have pledged our lives 
 we should be faithful whatever the cost may be. 
 
 — J.R. Miller. 
 
 A LL like the purchase; few the price will pay; 
 And this makes friends such miracles below. 
 
 — Young. 
 60 
 
TTONEST men esteem and value nothing so 
 much in this world as a real friend. Such 
 a one is, as it were, another self, to whom we im- 
 part our most secret thoughts, who partakes of our 
 joy and comforts us in our affliction ; add to this, 
 that his company is an everlasting pleasure to us. 
 
 — Filpay. 
 
 HPHERE are plenty of acquaintances in the 
 world, but very few real friends. 
 
 — Chinese Moral Maxims. 
 
 TF any touch my friend, or his good name, 
 It is my honor and my love to free 
 His blasted fame 
 From the least thought or spot of blame. 
 
 — George Herbert. 
 
 r ~PO act the part of a true friend requires more 
 conscientious feeling than to fill with credit 
 any other capacity in social life. Mrs. Ellis. 
 
 o 
 
 N our choice of friends 
 
 Our good or evil name depends. 
 
 — Gay. 
 
 61 
 
*\ A/E shall grow old, but never lose life's zest, 
 
 Because the road's last turn will be the best. 
 
 — Henry van Dyke. 
 
 T^HUS hand in hand in life we'll go, 
 Its checkered paths of joy or woe, 
 With cautious steps we'll tread. 
 
 — Nathaniel Cotton. 
 
 nTHOU wert my guide, philosopher, and friend. 
 
 — Pope. 
 
 \\ 7TIEN Socrates was building himself a house 
 at Athens, being asked by one that ob- 
 served the littleness of the design, why a man so 
 eminent would not have an abode more suitable 
 to his dignity, he replied, u that he should think 
 himself sufficiently accommodated if he could see 
 the narrow habitation filled with real friends." 
 
 — Samuel 'Johnson. 
 
 T'VE often wished that I had clear, 
 
 For life, six hundred pounds a year, 
 A handsome house to lodge a friend, 
 
 A river at my garden's end. Swift. 
 
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"TPIS said that absence conquers love: 
 
 But, oh, believe it not. 
 I've tried, alas, its power to prove, 
 But thou art not forgot. 
 
 — Frederick IV. Thomas. 
 
 OHOULD auld acquaintance be forgot, 
 
 And never brought to mind ? 
 
 — Burns. 
 
 "PRIENDSHIP is the greatest bond in the 
 world. — 'Jeremy Taylor. 
 
 CWEET is the memory of distant friends ; like 
 the mellow rays of the departing sun, it falls 
 tenderly yet sadly on the heart. 
 
 — Washington Irving. 
 
 A TRUE friend is forever a friend. 
 
 — George Macdonald. 
 
 JUDGE before friendship, then confide until 
 ** death. — Young. 
 
 HPHE only way to have a friend is to be one. 
 
 — Ralph JValdo Emerson. 
 
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"\ "\ 7"E may build more splendid habitations, 
 
 Fill our rooms with paintings and with 
 sculptures, 
 
 But we cannot 
 Buy with gold the old associations. 
 
 — Henry IV. Longfellow. 
 
 T HAVE sped o'er many miles of land and sea, 
 
 and mingled with much people, 
 But never yet have found a spot unsunned by 
 
 human kindness, 
 Some more and some less, but all can claim a 
 
 little. 
 And a man may travel through the world and sow 
 
 it thick with friendship. Tupper. 
 
 T 
 
 -IE ornaments of a home are the friends who 
 frequent it. — R a }ph Waldo Emerson. 
 
 HHHEY who love best need friendship most ; 
 
 Hearts only thrive on varied good \ 
 And he who gathers from a host 
 
 Of friendly hearts his daily food 
 Is the best friend that we can boast. 
 
 — y. G. Holland. 
 
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A S to the value of other things most men differ; 
 concerning friendship all have the same opin- 
 ion. What can be more foolish than, when men 
 are possessed of great influence by their wealth, 
 power, and resources, to procure other things which 
 are bought by money — horses, slaves, rich apparel, 
 costly vases — and not to procure friends, the most 
 valuable and fairest furniture of life ? And yet 
 every man can tell how many goats or sheep he 
 possesses, but not how many friends. In the 
 choice, moreover, of a dog or of a horse, we exer- 
 cise the greatest care: we inquire into its pedigree, 
 its training and character, and yet we too often 
 leave the selection of our friends, which is of in- 
 finitely greater importance, — by whom our whole 
 life will be more or less influenced either for good 
 or evil, — almost to chance. Cicero. 
 
 TIE who cannot feel friendship is alike incapable 
 of love. Let a woman beware of the man 
 who owns that he loves no one but herself. 
 
 — Talleyrand. 
 
 I 
 
 T is true that friendship often ends in love, but 
 love in friendship never. — Caleb Colton. 
 
 65 
 
HPHE man who hails you Tom or Jack, 
 And proves by thumping on your back 
 
 His sense of your great merit, 
 Is such a friend, that one has need 
 Be very much his friend indeed 
 
 To pardon or to bear it. Cowper. 
 
 TV yTUCH, certainly, of happiness and purity of our 
 lives depends on our making a wise choice of 
 our companions and friends. If badly chosen they 
 will inevitably drag us down ; if well, they will raise 
 us up. Yet many people seem to trust in this 
 matter to the chapter of accident. It is well and 
 right, indeed, to be courteous and considerate to 
 every one with whom we are brought into contact, 
 but to choose them as real friends is another matter. 
 
 — Sir John Lubbock. 
 
 "L^EEP your undrest, familiar style 
 
 For strangers, but respect your friend. 
 
 — Coventry Patmore. 
 
 O often to the house of thy friend ; for weeds 
 soon choke up the unused path. 
 
 — Scandinavian Proverb. 
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 G 
 
"D EPROVE your friends in secret, praise them 
 openly. — Publius Syrus. 
 
 T^RIENDSHIP is power and riches all to me ; 
 
 Friendship's another element of life ; 
 
 Water and fire not of more general use, 
 
 To the support and comfort of the world, 
 
 Than friendship to the being of my joy. 
 
 — Southern. 
 
 1\/{Y friend is one whom I can associate with my 
 choicest thought. — Henry Thoreau. 
 
 T^RIENDSHIP'S an abstract of all noble flame, 
 'Tis love refined and purged from all its 
 dross. — 
 The next to angel's love, if not the same, 
 As strong as passion is, though not so gross. 
 
 — Katharine Philips. 
 
 "FRIENDSHIP above all ties doth bind the heart ; 
 And faith in friendship is the noblest part. 
 
 — Lord Orrery. 
 
 T^RIENDSHIP ought not to be unripped, but to 
 
 be unstitched. Cato. 
 
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A/OU'RE my friend — 
 
 What a thing friendship is world without end. 
 
 — Robert Browning. 
 
 TN choosing one's friends we must choose those 
 whose qualities are inborn, and their virtues, 
 virtues of temperament. To lay the foundations 
 of friendship on borrowed or added virtues is to 
 build on an artificial soil ; we run too many risks 
 by it. — Ami el's "Journal. 
 
 /^H, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort, of 
 feeling safe with a person — having neither to 
 weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring 
 them all right out, just as they are, chaff and grain to- 
 gether, certain that a faithful hand will take and sift 
 them, keep what is worth keeping, and then with 
 the breath of kindness blow the rest away. 
 
 — Dinah Muloch Craik. 
 
 TTE who is destitute of friends is doomed to soli- 
 tude ; and however surrounded by flatterers 
 and admirers, however armed with power, and rich 
 in the endowments of nature and of fortune, has 
 no resting-place. _ R i ert Hall. 
 
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 V 
 
ET us hope that sometime we may stop and 
 make deliberate choice of a sweeter, quieter, 
 friendlier life, and, by cutting down our social tasks 
 and intellectual recreations, make time for rest and 
 domesticity, and for remembrance of others whose 
 houses and lives adjoin our own. Anon. 
 
 ' I "HE friend one likes and cares for in the sense 
 of companionship, who can never come too 
 often, nor stay too long, with whom presence is 
 always a joy and solitude a sympathy — such 
 friends as these are ours purely by right of tem- 
 peramental accord. One's friendships in the 
 sense of one's personal enjoyments are matters of 
 sympathy, of tastes, of mutual experiences, of cul- 
 ture, of habits, and general scope of life — a whole 
 world indeed, into which only the initiate can enter 
 and whose atmosphere can neither be translated 
 nor communicated to those who are not in it and 
 
 °f it- — Lilian Whiting. 
 
 UEW men are calculated for that close connec- 
 tion which we distinguish by the name of 
 friendship ; and we well know the difference be- 
 tween a friend and an acquaintance. Sterne. 
 
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pRIENDSHIP is the cordial of life, the lenitive 
 of our sorrows, the multiplier of our joys. 
 
 — Robert Hall. 
 
 ' AM a man of desperate fortunes, that is, a man 
 whose friends are dead ; for I never aimed at 
 any other fortune than in friends. Pope. 
 
 (~\ MATCHLESS wisdom ! those seem to take 
 the sun out of the world who remove friend- 
 ship from the pleasures of life. Cicero. 
 
 COMETHING like home that is not home, is 
 to be desired ; it is found in the house of a 
 ^end. _ Sir William Temple. 
 
 /^VNE friend in that path shall be, 
 
 To secure my step from wrong ; 
 One to count night, day for me, 
 
 Patient through the watches long, 
 Serving most with none to see. 
 
 — Robert Browning. 
 
 T^EW people give themselves time to be friends. 
 
 — Southey. 
 JO 
 
T^RIENDSHIP only truly exists where men 
 
 harmonize in their views of things human and 
 
 divine, accompanied by the greatest love and esteem. 
 
 — Cicero. 
 
 *T*0 have the same predilections, and the same 
 aversions, that, and that alone, is the surest 
 bond of friendship. Sallust. 
 
 A S the yellow gold is tried in the fire, so the 
 faith of friendship must be seen in adversity. 
 
 — Ovid. 
 
 TV /TY friend and I have shared 
 
 The cloud and sunshine here ; eternity 
 Will never blight the flower that time hath spared. 
 
 — Pollock. 
 "PRIENDS are much better tried in bad fortune 
 
 
 than in good. __ Aristotle. 
 
 T^RIENDSHIP, when once determined, never 
 
 swerves, 
 Weighs ere it trusts, but weighs not ere it serves. 
 
 — Hannah More. 
 
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"YX TE are in Love's hand to-day, 
 
 Where shall we go ? 
 Love, shall we start, or stay, 
 
 Or sail, or row ? 
 We are in Love's hand to-day. 
 
 Our way lies where God knows, 
 
 And love knows where. 
 We are in Love's hand to-day. 
 
 — Algernon Swinburne, 
 
 TTAND 
 
 Grasps hand, eye lights eye in good friendship, 
 And great hearts expand, 
 
 And grow one in the sense of this world's life. 
 
 — Robert Browning. 
 
 "YX rHERE true love bestows its sweetness, 
 
 Where true friendship lays its hand, 
 Dwells all greatness, all completeness, 
 All the wealth of every land. 
 
 — y. G. Holland. 
 
 HPHE proper business of friendship is to inspire 
 life and courage ; and the soul thus supported 
 outdoes itself. — Budgell. 
 
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(^\ LOVE ! young love ! bound in thy rosy bond, 
 
 Let sage or cynic prattle as he will, 
 
 These hours, and only these, redeem life's years of 
 •11 i 
 111 • — Byron. 
 
 A LAS, I can but bless thee ! . . . 
 
 God be with thee, my beloved, — God be 
 with thee ! 
 
 — Elizabeth Barrett Browning. 
 
 TNTREAT me not to leave thee 
 
 Or to return from following after thee : 
 For whither thou goest, I will go ; 
 And where thou lodgest, I will lodge : 
 Thy people shall be my people, 
 And thy God my God. _ Book of Ruth. 
 
 PRIENDSHIP has a power 
 
 To soothe affliction in the darkest hour. 
 
 — H. Kirke White. 
 
 HHHE lightsome countenance of a friend giveth 
 such an inward decking to the house where it 
 lodgeth, as proudest palaces have cause to envy 
 the gilding. _ Sir Philip Sidney. 
 
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The Sympathy 
 
 of 
 
 Friendship 
 
 75 
 
It is the secret sympathy, 
 The silver link, the silken tie 
 Which heart to heart and mind to mind 
 In body and in soul can bind. 
 
 — Sir Walter Scott. 
 
 Let some one we love come near us, and 
 At once it seems that something new or 
 
 strange 
 Has passed upon the flowers, the trees, the 
 
 ground ; ■ 
 Some slight but unintelligible change 
 On everything around. 
 
 — R. C. Trench, 
 
 76 
 
5&3Y sympathy I do not mean merely a 
 fellowship in sorrow, but also, and 
 no less truly, a fellowship in joy. 
 To be glad when your brother men 
 are prosperous and happy, to rejoice 
 in their success, to cheer for their victories ; to be 
 compassionate and pitiful when your brother men 
 are distressed and miserable, to grieve over their 
 failures, to help them in their troubles, — this is 
 the fraternal spirit which blesses him who exercises 
 it, and those toward whom it is exercised. 
 
 — Henry van Dyke, 
 
 ' ASK thee for a thoughtful love, 
 Through constant watching, wise, 
 
 To meet the glad with joyful smiles, 
 And to wipe the weeping eyes ; 
 
 And a heart at leisure from itself, 
 To soothe and sympathize. 
 
 — Anna L. 1 Faring. 
 
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"T)E a gift and a benediction. 
 
 — Ralph Waldo Emerson. 
 
 T OVING words will cost but little, 
 
 Journeying up the hill of life; 
 But they make the weak and weary 
 
 Stronger, braver, for the strife. 
 Do you count them only trifles ? 
 
 What to earth are sun and rain ? 
 Never was a kind word wasted ; 
 
 Never was one said in vain. Anon. 
 
 A SK. God to give th 
 In comfort's art, 
 
 ee skill 
 
 That thou mayst consecrated be, 
 
 And set apart 
 Unto a life of sympathy. 
 For heavy is the weight of ill 
 
 In every heart; 
 And comforters are needed much 
 
 Of Christlike touch. 
 
 — Anna E. Hamilton. 
 
 CYMPATHY is the golden key that unlocks 
 the heart of others. — Samuel Smiles. 
 
 78 
 
T\JO soul can ever truly see 
 
 Another's highest, noblest part, 
 Save through the sweet philosophy 
 And loving wisdom of the heart. 
 
 — Phoebe Cary. 
 
 '"PHEY might not need me — yet they might j 
 
 I'll let my heart be just in sight. 
 A smile so small as mine, might be 
 
 Precisely their necessity. 
 
 — Emily Dickinson. 
 
 A TRUE friend is distinguished in the crisis of 
 necessity ; when the gallantry of his aid may 
 show the worth of his soul and the loyalty of his 
 heart. __ Ennius. 
 
 "\ \ 7"HEN true friends meet in adverse hour, 
 'Tis like a sunbeam through a shower, 
 A watery way an instant seen, 
 The darkly closing clouds between. 
 
 — Sir Walter Scott. 
 
 r T y O friendship every burden's light. 
 
 — Gay. 
 
 79 
 
TT is only the great-hearted who can be true 
 friends ; the mean, the cowardly can never 
 know what true friendship means. 
 
 — Charles Kingsley. 
 
 \ \ 7E can never replace a friend. When a man 
 is fortunate enough to have several, he finds 
 that they are all different ; no one has a double in 
 friendship. _ Schiller. 
 
 TF a man should importune me to give a reason 
 why I loved my friend, I find it could not 
 otherwise be expressed than by the answer, 
 " Because he was he ; because I was I." 
 
 — Montaigne. 
 
 \/ r OU shall perceive how you mistake my for- 
 tune ; I am wealthy in my friends. 
 
 — Shakespeare. 
 
 ^\IE when I may, I want it said of me, by those 
 who knew me best, that I always plucked a 
 thistle and planted a flower when I thought a 
 flower would grow. —Abraham Lincoln. 
 
 80 
 
A FTER God, there is nothing, O my friend ! 
 so sweet as a friend Eugenie de Guerin. 
 
 (^\F all the lights you carry in your face, joy 
 shines farthest out to sea. 
 
 T^HERE is no virtue in solemn indifference, 
 
 Joy is just as much a duty as beneficence is. 
 Thankfulness is the other side of mercy. 
 
 — Henry van Dyke. 
 
 A LIVING, loving Christian — true of tongue, 
 honest of heart, pure of conduct, and yet 
 lovable in daily life is the most unanswerable 
 argument for Christianity. 
 
 — Theodore L. Cuy/er. 
 
 r ~TO watch for hurts that we can heal, for halt- 
 ing steps that we can steady, for burdens of 
 infirmity or trouble that we can give our thought, 
 our care, our love, ourselves, serving them with 
 humblest fidelity, and leading with words of sym- 
 pathy and brotherhood in the ways of righteous- 
 ness and peace, — this is the high calling of God 
 in Christ Jesus. __ Washington Gladden. 
 
 81 
 
/^\NLY love understands after all. It gives in- 
 sight. We cannot truly know anything with- 
 out sympathy, without getting out of self and entering 
 into others. — Hugh Black. 
 
 TJOW many simple ways there are to bless. 
 
 — 'James Russell Lowell. 
 
 A GRASP 
 
 Having the warmth and muscle of the heart, 
 A childly way with children, and a laugh 
 Ringing like proven golden coinage true. 
 
 — Alfred Tennyson. 
 
 "FRIENDSHIP ! mysterious cement of the soul ! 
 Sweetness of life ! and solder of society ! 
 
 — Blair. 
 
 A FRIEND is the gift of God, and He only 
 
 who made hearts can unite them. 
 
 — Southey. 
 
 r "PHOU hast given me, in this beauteous face, 
 
 A world of earthly blessings to my soul 
 If sympathy of love unite our thoughts. 
 
 — Shakespeare. 
 82 
 
 
HPHERE'S naught in this bad world like 
 
 sympathy : 
 'Tis so becoming to the soul and face — 
 Sets to soft music the harmonious sigh, 
 And robes sweet friendship in a Brussels lace. 
 
 — Byron. 
 
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 HE best mirror is an old friend. 
 
 — "jfacula Prudentam. 
 
 "VT'OU will forgive me, I hope, for the sake of 
 
 the friendship between us, 
 Which is too true and sacred to be so easily 
 
 broken! —Henry IV. Longfellow. 
 
 A FRIEND whom you have been gaining dur- 
 ing your whole life, you ought not to be dis- 
 pleased with in a moment. A stone is many years 
 becoming a ruby ; take care that you do not de- 
 stroy it in an instant against another stone. 
 
 — Saadi. 
 
 HPO err is human, to forgive divine. 
 1 __ p p e , 
 
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TTOW bless'd the heart that has a friend 
 A sympathizing ear to lend 
 To troubles too great to smother ? 
 For as ale and porter, when flat, are restor'd 
 Till a sparkling, bubbling bead they afford, 
 So sorrow is cheered by being pour'd 
 From one vessel into another. 
 
 — Thomas Hood, 
 
 TTE who steps on stones is glad to feel 
 
 The smallest spray of moss beneath his feet. 
 
 — Anna Katherine Green. 
 
 XF you have a word of cheer 
 
 That may light the pathway drear 
 Of a brother pilgrim here 
 
 Let him know. 
 Show him you appreciate 
 What he does, and do not wait 
 Till the heavy hand of Fate 
 
 Lays him low. 
 If your heart contains a thought 
 That will brighter make his lot, 
 Then in mercy hide it not, 
 
 Tell him so. . . . 
 
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Wait not till your friend is dead 
 Ere your compliments are said ; 
 For the spirit that has fled, 
 
 If it know, 
 Does not need to speed it on 
 Our poor praise, . . . 
 But unto our brother here 
 That poor praise is very dear. 
 If you've any word of cheer 
 
 Tell him so. . . . 
 
 Life is hard enough at best, 
 But the love that is expressed 
 Makes it seem a pathway blest 
 
 To our feet ; 
 And the troubles that we share 
 
 Seem the easier to bear. 
 
 — Denver News. 
 
 T TOW few have sympathy for friendship ! It is 
 easy to say, " I am so sorry for you," but does 
 your heart ache while you say it ? It is easy to 
 say, " I congratulate you," but does all the sky 
 shine brighter for your friend's joy ? 
 
 — Amos R. Wells. 
 
 85 
 
TVJOT understood ! How trifles often change 
 us ! 
 The thoughtless sentence and the fancied slight 
 Destroy long years of friendship and estrange us, 
 And on our souls there falls a freezing blight, 
 
 Not understood. 
 
 Not understood ! How many hearts are aching 
 For lack of sympathy ! Ah, day by day, 
 
 How many cheerless, lonely hearts are breaking ! 
 How many noble spirits pass away 
 
 Not understood. 
 
 O God ! that men would see a little clearer, 
 Or judge less harshly, when they cannot see; 
 
 O God ! that men might draw a little nearer 
 To one another. They'd be nearer Thee, 
 
 And understood. Anon. 
 
 ^11 7"HAT do we live for if it is not to make life 
 
 less difficult to each other ? 
 
 — George Eliot. 
 
 PHE test of your Christian character should be 
 that you are a joy-bearing agent to the world. 
 
 — Henry Ward Beecher. 
 86 
 
HPWO persons will not be friends long if they 
 cannot forgive each other little failings. 
 
 — La Bruyere. 
 
 A LL men have their frailties, and whoever looks 
 for a friend without imperfection will never find 
 what he seeks. We love ourselves notwithstand- 
 ing our faults, and we ought to love our friends in 
 like manner. Cyrus. 
 
 TT is a sad weakness in us, after all, that 
 the thought of a man's death hallows him 
 anew to us; as if life were not sacred too — as if 
 it were comparatively a light thing to fail in love 
 and reverence to the brother who has to climb the 
 whole toilsome steep with us, and all our tears 
 and tenderness were due to the one who is spared 
 that hard journey. — George Eliot. 
 
 HAVE an opinion, I have held it long, that 
 human life will not always be so tiring. I 
 think people will see, will have their eyes open to 
 discern when their friends, their neighbors, are 
 breaking down, dying from very tiredness, and then 
 they will help each other. Anon. 
 
 87 
 
N 
 
 TVTO soul can be quite separate, 
 
 However set apart by fate, 
 
 However cold or dull or shy, 
 
 Or shrinking from the public eye. 
 
 The world is common to the race, 
 
 And nowhere is a hiding-place ; 
 
 Before, behind, on either side, 
 
 The surging masses press, divide ; 
 
 Behind, before, with rhythmic beat, 
 
 Is heard the tread of marching feet ; 
 
 To left, to right, they urge, they face, 
 
 And touch us here and touch us there. 
 
 Hold back your garments as you will, 
 
 The crowding world will touch us still. 
 
 Then, since such contact needs must be, 
 
 What shall it do for you and me ? 
 
 — Anon. 
 
 l\JO simplest duty is forgot, 
 
 Life has no dim and lonely spot 
 That doth not in her sunshine share. 
 
 — 'James Russell Lowell. 
 
 O one is useless in the world who lightens the 
 burden of it for any one else. 
 
 — Charles Dickens. 
 88 
 
*T*HE art of saying appropriate words in a kindly 
 way is one that never goes out of fashion, never 
 ceases to please, and is within the reach of the 
 humblest. _ F% W% Faher% 
 
 TTOW can we ease another's pain 
 
 Their sorrows e'er dispel ? 
 When they are sore depressed with gloom, 
 
 How can we break the spell, 
 And make their sad lives brighter seem, 
 
 By driving grief away ? 
 'Tis only loving kindness can. 
 
 Ah ! love will find a way. 
 
 — Martha S. Lippincott. 
 
 CO walking here in twilight, O my friends ! 
 
 I hear your voices softened by the distance, 
 And pause and turn to listen, as each sends 
 
 His words of friendship, comfort, and assistance. 
 
 Thanks for the sympathies that ye have shown ! 
 
 Thanks for each kindly word, each silent token, 
 That teaches me, when seeming most alone, 
 
 Friends are around us, though no v/ord be spoken. 
 
 — Henry JV. Longfellow. 
 
 8 9 
 
/^ENUINE kindness oftenest comes from self- 
 repression, — a cheerful message from a sad 
 soul, a brave word from a trembling heart, a gen- 
 erous gift from a slender purse, a helping hand 
 from a tired man. Tt is not your mood but the 
 other man's need that determines kindness. 
 
 — Maltbie D. Babcock. 
 
 " "DEAR ye one another's burdens " (Gal. 6 : 2). 
 " Help other people grow," says Rev. Ira 
 D. Landrith, " and you will be amazed and de- 
 lighted to see how much larger and more robust 
 you have yourself become. Every time you lead a 
 wanderer along the Godward path, your own feet 
 become more familiar with the way and stronger 
 to walk therein. Every time your arm steadies a 
 stumbling one or lifts a fallen, it becomes more 
 sinewy for the bearing of its own burdens and for 
 warding off the attacks of evil. Only idle hands 
 and heads and hearts are dwarfed and weak." 
 
 — Endeavor JVorld. 
 
 /^IVE what you have. To some one it may be 
 better than you dare to think. 
 
 — Henry W. Longfelloiv. 
 90 
 
" I ^HE world delights in sunny people. The old 
 are huno-erino; for love more than for bread. 
 The air of joy is very cheap ; and if you can help 
 the poor on with a garment of praise it will be 
 better for them than blankets. 
 
 — Henry Drwnmond. 
 
 1VJOTHING is more worth while than kindness. 
 Nothing else in life is more beautiful in itself. 
 Nothing else does more to brighten the world and 
 sweeten other lives. Robert Louis Stevenson said 
 in a letter to Edmund Mosse : " It is the history of 
 our kindnesses that alone makes the world toler- 
 able. If it were not for that, for the effect of kind 
 words, kind looks, kind letters, multiplying, spread- 
 ing, making one happy through another, and bring- 
 ing forth benefits, some thirty, some fifty, some a 
 thousandfold, I should be tempted to think our 
 life a practical jest in the worst possible spirit." 
 
 The man whose life lacks habitual kindliness 
 may succeed splendidly in a wordly sense. He 
 may win his way to high honor. He may gather 
 millions of money. He may climb to a conspicu- 
 ous place among men. But he has missed that 
 which alone gives glory to a life, — the joy and 
 blessing of being kind. _ j u R m Miller. 
 
 9* 
 
A S we meet and touch, each day, 
 The many travellers on our way, 
 Let every such brief contact be 
 A glorious, helpful ministry ; 
 The contact of the soil and seed, 
 Each giving to the other's need, 
 Each helping on the other's best, 
 And blessing, each, as well as blest. 
 
 — Susan Coolidge. 
 
 jy'IND words are the music of the world. 
 
 — F. W. Faber. 
 
 TVTOW is the time ; ah, friend, no longer wait 
 
 To scatter loving smiles and words of cheer 
 To those around whose lives are now so dear. 
 They may not meet you in the coming year. 
 
 Now is the time. 
 
 Ah, friends ! dear friends, — if any such there be, — 
 
 Keep not your loving thoughts away from me 
 
 Till I am gone. 
 
 I want them now to help me on my way, 
 
 As lonely watchers want the light of day 
 
 Ere it is morn. 
 
 — D. F. Hodges. 
 
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/^VH, my friend, it would be better 
 
 If to those we love, we gave 
 Tender words while they were with us 
 Than to say them o'er a grave ! . . . 
 
 Many a heart is hungry, starving, 
 
 For a little word of love ; 
 Speak it then, and as the sunshine 
 
 Gilds the lofty peaks above, 
 So the joy of those who hear it 
 
 Sends its radiance down life's way, 
 And the world is brighter, better, 
 
 For the loving words we say. 
 
 Loving words will cost but little, 
 
 As along through life we go ; 
 Let us, then, make others happy, — 
 
 If you love them, tell them so. 
 
 — Eben E. Rex ford. 
 
 TN friendship — ev'n thought meets thought ere 
 
 from the lips it part, 
 And each warm wish springs mutual from the 
 heart. — p p €t 
 
 93 
 
HPHE true sympathist must take the most catho- 
 lic views of human nature. He should be 
 able to reach out to any man in any condition, to 
 meet him on his own ground, and view life from 
 his standpoint. In short, he must, in a sense, be 
 that man before he can fully appreciate his needs. 
 For sympathy is not remote, it is intimate. We 
 cannot sympathize afar off, or reach a heart while 
 standing outside. There must be a real entering- 
 in before there can be help. And just here one 
 realizes how essential in dealing with men is a 
 knowledge of human nature. It is not easy " to 
 get along " with one unless you understand him, 
 and the more perfectly one is in touch with another, 
 the greater is his influence over him. Did you 
 ever meet any one who really understood you ? 
 What a wonderful experience ! There is nothing 
 like it, and we can but .tremble and rejoice that at 
 last one is found to whom we need not be forever 
 explaining ourselves ! He understands the motive 
 behind the deed, and even feels out for the un- 
 spoken desires and scarce-formulated aspirations 
 of our inmost hearts ! — £«V* Lyon Topping. 
 
 IFE is judged by love, and love is known by 
 her fruits. __ Hugh Black, 
 
 Q4 
 
f^lVE him a lift; don't kneel in prayer, 
 Nor moralize on his despair. 
 The man is down, and his great need 
 Is ready help — not prayer and creed. 
 One grain of aid just now is more 
 To him than tons of saintly lore. 
 Pray, if you must, within your heart ; 
 But give him a lift, give him a start. 
 
 — Anon. 
 
 A H, many a one is longing 
 
 For words that are never said, 
 And many a heart goes hungry 
 For something better than bread. 
 
 — 'Josephine Pollard. 
 
 "FRIENDSHIP is a word, the very sight of which 
 
 : warm. 
 
 — Augustus Birrell. 
 
 in print makes the heart warm. 
 
 CO many plans, so many creeds, 
 
 So many paths that wind and wind, 
 When just the art of being kind 
 Is all this sad world needs. 
 
 — Ella Wheeler Wilcox. 
 95 
 
T^HE essence of friendship is entireness, a total 
 magnanimity and trust. 
 
 — Ralph Waldo Emerson. 
 
 TV /TAKE friends early in life, else you will never 
 have them. ... It is only in the first third 
 of our threescore and ten that lifelong friends are 
 made. __ T. T. Munger. 
 
 (~\LY) friends are the great blessings of one's later 
 years. Half a word conveys one's meaning. 
 They have a memory of the same events, and have 
 the same mode of thinking. I have young rela- 
 tions that may grow upon me, for my nature is 
 affectionate, but can they grow old friends ? 
 
 — Horace IValpole. 
 
 XT is a good thing to be rich, and a good thing 
 to be strong-, but it is a better thing- to be be- 
 loved by many friends. — Euripides. 
 
 "\^7"E gain life as we use what life we have, and 
 we gain it as we are in sympathy, compan- 
 ionship, or accord with those who truly live. 
 
 — Edward Everett Hale. 
 
 9 6 
 

 PHERE are great human needs which money 
 has no power to satisfy, but to which a little 
 heart's gentle love will be the very bread of God. 
 There are sorrows money cannot soothe, but 
 which a word of loving comfort will change into 
 songs. The abundant life may not have money 
 to give, and yet it may fill a wide community with 
 blessings. It may go out with sympathy, with 
 comfort, with inspirations of cheer and hope, and 
 may make countless hearts braver and stronger. 
 
 — J.R. Miller. 
 
 ' NEVER crossed your threshold with a grief 
 But that I went without it ; never came 
 Heart-hungry but you fed me, eased the blame, 
 And gave the sorrow solace and relief. 
 
 I never left you but I took away 
 
 The love that drew me to your side again, 
 
 Through the wide door that never could remain 
 
 Quite closed between us for a little day. 
 
 — Anon. 
 
 PVERY life is meant 
 
 To help all lives ; each man should live 
 For all men's betterment. jf/ice Cary. 
 
 97 
 
T^HE best portion of a good man's life, — 
 His little, nameless, unremembered acts 
 Of kindness and of love. Wordsworth. 
 
 TN life — not death, 
 
 Hearts need fond words to help them on their 
 way ; 
 Need tender thoughts and gentle sympathy, 
 Caresses, pleasant looks, to cheer each passing day, 
 Then hoard them not until they useless be ; 
 
 In life — not death, 
 Speak kindly, living hearts need sympathy. 
 
 — Anon. 
 
 TJ^RIENDSHIP cannot be permanent unless it 
 becomes spiritual. There must be fellowship 
 in the deepest things of the soul, community in 
 the highest thoughts, sympathy with the best 
 endeavors. — Hugh Black. 
 
 "\JO one is so accursed by fate, 
 No one so utterly desolate ; 
 But some heart, though unknown, 
 Responds unto his own. 
 
 — Henry W. Longfellow. 
 
 9 8 
 
"\1THAT greater thing is there for two human 
 souls, than to feel that they are joined for 
 life, — to strengthen each other in all labor, to rest 
 on each other in all sorrow, to minister to each 
 other in all pain, to be one with each other in 
 silent unspeakable memories at the moment of the 
 last parting ? _ George Eliot, 
 
 COUNT this thing to be grandly true, 
 That a noble deed is a step toward God, 
 Lifting the soul from the common clod, 
 To a purer air and a broader view. 
 
 — J. G. Holland. 
 
 " r ~PHOSE who have suffered much are like those 
 who know many languages ; they have 
 learned to understand and be understood by all," 
 says one. I think this is one of the great reasons 
 why God permits sorrow. " Sorrow is not given 
 to us alone that we may mourn. It is given us 
 that, having felt, suffered, wept, we may be able to 
 understand, love, bless. Every tear that falls from 
 one's own eyes gives a deeper tenderness of look, 
 of touch, of word, that shall soothe another's woe." 
 
 ■ J-i, x-». o. 
 
 99 
 
r TX) the Christ-filled life belongs the power of 
 insight into other lives. This is more than 
 psychological cleverness j it is the mysterious 
 wisdom of love. __ Cuthbert Hall 
 
 TVTEVER let the seeming worthlessness of sym- 
 pathy make you keep back that sympathy of 
 which, when men are suffering around you, your 
 heart is full. Go and give it, without asking 
 yourself whether it is worth while to give it. It 
 is too sacred a thing for you to tell what it is 
 worth, God, from whom it comes, sends it through 
 you to his needy child. __ Phillips Brooks. 
 
 PHE best cure for sorrow is to sympathize with 
 another in his sorrow. The cure for despond- 
 ency is to lift the burden from some other heart. 
 
 — The Household. 
 
 T^RIENDSHIP seems to me to have sprung 
 
 rather from nature than from a sense of want, 
 
 and more from an attachment of the mind with a 
 
 certain feeling of affection, than from a calculation 
 
 how much advantage it would afford. Cicero. 
 
 100 
 

 A 
 
 ND he who serves his brother best 
 Gets nearer God than all the rest. 
 
 I 
 
 F our best friend is he who tries to make some- 
 thing of us, not he who would make things 
 easy for us, surely God's friendship is shown 
 in the experiences in which the man or woman in 
 us shall be developed and trained. When God 
 makes it necessary for us to struggle, to bear bur- 
 dens, to fight battles, to put all our powers to the 
 test, he is giving us a chance to grow. 
 
 — J.R. Miller. 
 
 /CULTIVATE the friendly spirit. If one would 
 have friends he must be worthy of them. . . . 
 Learn to love ; get the helpful spirit, and above all 
 the responsive temper, and friends will come to 
 you as birds fly to their beautiful singing mates. 
 
 — T. T. Munger. 
 
 "\^7"ANTING to have a friend is altogether dif- 
 ferent from wanting to be a friend. The 
 former is a mere natural human craving, the latter 
 is the life of Christ in the soul. 
 
 — J.R. Miller. 
 
 10 I 
 
CO long as we love we serve ; so long as we are 
 loved by others I would almost say that we 
 are indispensable ; and no man is useless while he 
 has a friend. — Robert Louis Stevenson. 
 
 T^RIENDS are discovered rather than made ; 
 there are people who are, in their own nature, 
 friends, only they don't know each other ; but 
 certain things, like poetry, music, and painting 
 are like the Freemason's sign, — they reveal the 
 initiated to each other. — Mrs. H. B. Stowe. 
 
 ["T is a good and safe rule to sojourn in every 
 place as if you meant to spend your life there, 
 never omitting an opportunity of doing a kindness, 
 or speaking a true word, or making a friend. 
 
 — John Ruskin. 
 
 SHALL pass through this world but once. 
 
 Any good thing therefore that I can do, or any 
 kindness that I can show to any human being, let 
 me do it now. Let me not defer it or neglect it, 
 for I shall not pass this way again. 
 
 — A. B. Hegman. 
 102 
 
["N shutting none out of our sympathy, in the 
 willingness to help all and to be helped by all, we 
 are here beginning, like children, to climb the foot- 
 hills that lead us upward to immortality ; we al- 
 ready breathe joyfully the air of the unseen kingdom. 
 It is folly for us to think that we shall be at home 
 in heaven, if we find its air too pure for our breath- 
 ing here. The self-absorbed, the unsympathetic, 
 the unloving, have lost their way, and are on the 
 downward path. No light of the eternal life is re- 
 flected from their faces. But when, at last, we 
 shall have cast aside the worn-out rags of our 
 selfishness, and, turning our eyes and our feet up- 
 ward, are clothed upon and winged with love, on 
 the heavenly heights, who shall guess to what new 
 meanings sympathy and comradeship and helpful- 
 ness may grow ? These are the things which it 
 hath not entered into the heart of man to conceive. 
 Yes, service is the law of the heavenly life, and 
 heartily entering into it, we enter into joy — the 
 joy of our Lord. — Lucy Larcom. 
 
 /^\UR friends see the best in us, and by that very 
 fact call forth the best from us. 
 
 — Hugh Black. 
 103 
 
OMALL service is true service while it lasts. 
 
 Of humblest friends, bright creature, scorn 
 not one. 
 The daisy by the shadow that it casts, 
 
 Protects the lingering dewdrop from the sun. 
 
 — Wordsworth. 
 
 A FRIEND you have to buy won't be worth 
 what you pay for him George C. Prentiss. 
 
 ET me to-day do something that shall take 
 A little sadness from the world's vast store, 
 And may I be so favored as to make 
 Of joy's too scanty sum, a little more. 
 
 — Ella Wheeler Wilcox. 
 
 "DE useful where thou livest, that they may 
 
 Both want and wish thy pleasing presence still ; 
 Kindness, good parts, great places, are the way 
 To compass this. Find out men's want and 
 will, 
 And meet them there. All worldly joys go 
 
 less 
 To the one joy of doing kindnesses. 
 
 — George Herbert. 
 104 
 
w 
 
 E all belong to each other, but friendship is 
 the especial accord of one life with a kindred 
 life. It is harmony felt at the foundations of con- 
 scious being, not obliterating personal differences, 
 but so pervading both natures as to help each to a 
 happier and truer expression of itself. ... It is 
 not that they seek each the other, but that God 
 sends each to the other, because they belong 
 together. — Lucy Larcom. 
 
 'T^AKE time to speak a loving word 
 
 Where loving words are seldom heard. 
 And it will linger in the mind, 
 And gather others of its kind, 
 'Til loving words will echo where 
 Erstwhile the heart was poor and bare ; 
 And somewhere on thy heavenward track 
 Their music will come echoing back, 
 And flood thy soul with melody, 
 Such is Love's immortality. — Anon. 
 
 HPHE light of love, the purity of grace, 
 
 The mind, the music breathing from her face, 
 The heart, whose softness harmonized the whole. 
 
 — Byron. 
 105 
 
OHE does a thousand kindly things 
 
 That no one knows ; 
 A loving woman's heart she brings 
 
 To human woes ; 
 And to her face the sunlight clings 
 
 Where'er she goes. 
 
 And so she walks her quiet ways 
 
 With that content 
 That only comes to sinless days 
 
 And innocent ; 
 A life devoid of fame or praise, 
 
 Yet nobly spent. Anon. 
 
 \ \ 7HAT, then, is the true way of loving one's 
 friends ? It is to love them in God, to 
 love God in them ; to love what He has made 
 them ; and to bear for love of Him what He 
 has not made. F'enelon. 
 
 "/^\H, how delightful it would be to live in a 
 house where everybody understood, and 
 loved, and thought about everybody else ! " she 
 did not know that she was wishing for nothing 
 more and something a little less than the kingdom 
 of heaven. — George Macdonald. 
 
 1 06 
 
T^HERE is no use of living if our lives do not 
 help other lives. They must help other lives 
 if in themselves is the power of God. 
 
 — Phillips Brooks. 
 
 r T*0 be endowed with the highest form of sym- 
 pathy is to possess a heaven-sent gift which 
 should be measured and appreciated as any other 
 talent, for assuredly it is a rare one. The founda- 
 tion principle and motive power is, of course, love 
 for one's fellow-men — such love as makes the 
 heart beat warm and kindly for all, with a yearn- 
 ing desire to be helpful to those with whom it 
 comes in contact. — Leila Lyon Topping. 
 
 /~\NE might think to read of suffering . . . that 
 ^^^ God had forgotten to be gracious. Why he 
 permits such suffering I cannot tell ; but this I 
 can tell, that it is the duty of every one who is 
 not suffering to do something for those who are : 
 to think of them and for them ; to try at least to 
 comfort them in their sorrows ; to help them over 
 their troubles ; in a word, to show them some 
 friendliness, some human loving-kindness. 
 
 — Mary Linskill. 
 107 
 
/'"YNE of the greatest lessons in life is to learn 
 to take people at their best, not their worst ; 
 to look for the divine, not the human, in them; 
 the beautiful, not the ugly ; the bright, not the 
 dark ; the straight, not the crooked side. 
 
 A habit of looking for the best in everybody, and 
 of saying kindly instead of unkindly things about 
 them, strengthens the character, elevates the ideals, 
 and tends to produce happiness. It also helps to 
 create friends. We like to be with those who see 
 the divine side of us, who see our possibilities, who 
 do not dwell upon the dark side of our life, but 
 upon the bright side. This is the office of a true 
 friend, to help us discover our noblest selves. 
 
 — Success. 
 
 TJE who truly gives sympathy makes some per- 
 sonal bestowal of himself, of his own strength, 
 his own life, into the weakness and deadness that 
 he tries to help. It is indeed a wondrous gift 
 from man to man. —Phillips Brooks. 
 
 T7RIENDSHIP antedates a glad eternity 
 And is a heaven in epitome. 
 
 — Katharine Philips. 
 108 
 
T7NJOYING -each other's good is heaven 
 be g un - — Lucy C. Smith. 
 
 EARN to give and not to take; to drown your 
 ". ' own hungry wants in the happiness of lend- 
 ing yourself to fulfil the interests to those near- 
 est or dearest to you. __ Henry Scott Holland. 
 
 OVE is life, and lovelessness is death. As the 
 grace of God changes a man's heart and 
 cleanses and sanctifies him, this is the great evi- 
 dence of the change, this is the great differ- 
 ence which it makes : that he begins to grow in 
 love, to lay aside self-seeking, and to live for 
 others — and so he may know that he has passed 
 from death unto life. . . . For that life into 
 which we pass, as God's dear grace of love comes 
 in us and about us, is the very life of heaven. 
 
 — Francis Paget. 
 
 r T y O her, no matter what the burden, it was 
 simply leading the heavy laden to the strong 
 Divine Friend as people were brought to Him of 
 old, and establishing the personal relations of love, 
 faith, and following. — £. P. Roe. 
 
 ioq 
 
CYMPATHY is the safeguard of the human 
 soul against selfishness. — Thomas Carlyle. 
 
 "\^rHO is my neighbor? It is he 
 
 Who needs a gift my hands can give, 
 Whose human misery pleads to me, 
 His claim to help, his right to live. 
 
 — Anon. 
 
 IF any little words of ours can make one life the 
 
 brighter ; 
 If any little song of ours can make one heart the 
 
 lighter ; 
 God help us speak the little word, and take our 
 
 bit of singing, 
 And drop it in some lonely vale, and set the echoes 
 
 raging- — Anon. 
 
 TVfO man in the world to-day has such power 
 as he who can make his fellow-men feel 
 that Christ is a reality. — Henry van Dyke. 
 
 CHE lived to serve, and the when and the how 
 were not hers to determine. So with bright 
 face and brave heart she met her days and faced 
 her battle. — Ralph Connor. 
 
 no 
 
T ET your friends have your sympathy and your 
 
 
 help. — H. Monsell. 
 
 TF I can feel sympathy, — feel it within and 
 without, — then dew falls and the desert be- 
 gins to blossom. — Henry van Dyke. 
 
 "\ "\ 7E are going to do a kindly deed, 
 
 Sometime, perhaps, but when ? 
 
 Our sympathy give in a time of need, 
 
 Sometime, perhaps, but when ? 
 We will do so much in the coming years ; 
 We will banish the heartaches and doubts and 
 
 fears, 
 And we'll comfort the lonely and dry their tears, 
 Sometime, perhaps, but when ? 
 
 We will give a smile to a saddened heart, 
 
 Sometime, perhaps, but when ? 
 Of the heavy burdens we'll share a part, 
 
 Sometime, perhaps, but when ? 
 Sometime we're going to right the wrong; 
 Sometime the weak we will help make strong ; 
 Sometime we'll come with Love's old, sweet song, 
 
 Sometime, perhaps, but when ? 
 
 — E. A. Brininstool. 
 Ill 
 
The Influence 
 
 of 
 
 Friendship 
 
 n 3 
 
No stream from its source 
 Flows seaward, how lonely soever its course, 
 But what some land is gladdened. No star 
 
 ever rose 
 And set without influence somewhere. Who 
 
 knows 
 What earth needs from earth's lowest crea- 
 tures ? No life 
 Can be pure in its purpose, and strong in 
 
 its strife, 
 And all life not be purer and stronger thereby. 
 
 — Owen Meredith, 
 
 If one light shines, the next life to it must 
 catch the light. It is the inflection of in- 
 fluence. 
 
 — A. D. T. Whitney, 
 
 114 
 

 T is very good for strength, 
 To know that some one needs you to 
 be strong. 
 — Elizabeth Barrett Browning. 
 
 "DE noble, and the nobleness that lies 
 
 In other men, sleeping, but never dead, 
 Will rise in majesty to meet thine own. 
 
 — fames Russell Lowell. 
 
 "X^fHERE'ER a noble deed is wrought, 
 
 Where'er is spoken a noble thought, 
 Our hearts in glad surprise 
 To higher levels rise. 
 
 — Henry TV. Longfellow. 
 
 "\70U tempt my soul afar 
 
 By your ideals for me — till life end ; 
 My calm, dispassionate, sincerest friend. 
 
 — Elizabeth Barrett Browning. 
 
 115 
 
'"PHUS it is that companionship always leaves its 
 impress. Eye cannot even look into eye in 
 one deep, earnest gaze, but a touch has been left 
 on the soul. We do not know what we are letting 
 into our life when we take into companionship 
 even for an hour one who is not good, not pure, 
 not true. Then who can tell of the debasing in- 
 fluence of such companionship when continued 
 until it becomes intimacy, friendship ; when con- 
 fidences are exchanged, when soul touches soul ? 
 
 On the other hand, good companionship has 
 only benediction and blessing for a life. There 
 have been mere chance meetings, just for a moment, 
 which yet have left blessings whose influences shall 
 never perish. 
 
 Even brief moments of companionship leave 
 this mark of blessing. Then who can tell the 
 power of a close and long-continued friendship, 
 running through happy years, sharing deepest ex- 
 periences, heart and heart knit together ? 
 
 — J.R. Mi Her. 
 
 A HOLY life is a voice; it speaks when the 
 tongue is silent, and is either a constant 
 attraction or a perpetual reproof. Hlnton. 
 
 116 
 
HPHE kindliest man I ever knew. . . . 
 
 Such fine reserve and noble reticence, 
 Manners so kind, yet stately, such a grace 
 Of tenderest courtesy. — Alfred Tennyson. 
 
 TNFLUENCE is as inseparable from character 
 as the fragrance is from the flower, or the 
 shadow from the substance. Every one that lives, 
 therefore, lives not merely unto himself, but has a 
 subtle effluence always radiating from him that 
 produces some effect on others. On the rocks 
 beneath us you will find the impress of the tiniest 
 insect as well as that of the largest megatherium ; 
 and so in the strata of society, each man has his 
 own place to fill, and will leave his own mark 
 behind for blessing or for the reverse. 
 
 — William M. Taylor. 
 
 T)E cheerful. Give this lonesome world a smile, 
 
 We stay at longest but a little while. 
 Hasten we must, or we shall lose the chance 
 To give the gentle word, the kindly glance. 
 Be sweet and tender — that is doing good ; 
 'Tis doing what no other good deed could. 
 
 — Anon. 
 
 ll 7 
 
/^YNLY a thought ; but the work it wrought 
 Could never by pen or tongue be taught ; 
 For it ran through a life like a thread of gold, 
 And the life bore fruit a hundredfold. 
 
 — Anon. 
 
 "PVERY reform, every regenerating movement, 
 must have a man behind it. He must be a 
 good man who would make others good. He must 
 be generous who would make others liberal. We 
 cannot be in the company of some men ten min- 
 utes without being lifted to their purer atmosphere. 
 We act our best, talk our best, feel our best, when 
 they are near. We cannot drop an unjust or bit- 
 ter word in their presence, any more than we could 
 take a live coal into our lips. We cannot retail a 
 doubtful piece of gossip until they are out of hear- 
 ing. While they are talking we feel generous and 
 high-minded, willing to sacrifice our money, or our 
 time, or ourselves to the cause they love. While 
 they are near, we feel that life is worth living, 
 that we can amount to something, if we choose, 
 that it is a noble thing to be a man, that it is a 
 glorious thing to be a Christian. We cannot 
 describe this enveloping, elevating influence. We 
 
 118 
 
cannot tell exactly what it is, but we have felt it. 
 This was and is the influence of Christ in the 
 earth. He only turned and looked upon Peter, 
 but Peter was never the same man after that look 
 as before. From the cross He looked with tender, 
 loving eyes upon a sin-stained world, and this old 
 world has never been quite so vile and wretched 
 since. Every year it is being lifted, more and 
 more, out of its wretchedness, and this is only 
 accomplished, and altogether accomplished, by His 
 pure and loving personality. — Golden Rule. 
 
 /^OURAGE is just strength of heart, and the 
 strong heart makes itself felt everywhere, and 
 lifts up the whole of life, and ennobles it, and makes 
 it move directly to its chosen aim. 
 
 — Henry van Dyke. 
 
 \ I 7ITHIN the deeps of her dear eyes 
 
 The spirit of the sunshine lies, 
 And when she turns their light on me, 
 The shadows of a lifetime flee. 
 Spring, joy, and love become my part, 
 For she is sunshine in my heart. 
 
 — Lydla Avery Coonley. 
 119 
 
A/TANY there be who call themselves our 
 
 friends ; 
 Yet, ah ! if heaven sends 
 One, only one, so mated to our soul, 
 To make our half a whole, 
 Rich beyond price are we. Anon. 
 
 — T^VERY Christian should cast a rainbow 
 shadow, not cutting off from friends the 
 brightness of the light of Christ's face, but making 
 it all the richer because of its human interpreting. 
 The blessing of the love of Christ should be in 
 the influence of every Christian. Wherever we 
 go there should be healing in our shadow. Others 
 should be better and truer for seeing and knowing 
 us. Wherever we go we should carry cheer and 
 gladness. It should be easier for our friends to 
 be good because they know us and see our life. 
 Our shadow, even as we pass along the street, 
 should heal those upon whom it falls. We should 
 always be inspirers of the good possibilities. 
 
 u Be noble, and the nobleness that lies 
 In other men, sleeping, but never dead, 
 Will rise in majesty to meet thine own." 
 
 — J.R. Miller. 
 120 
 
"YX 7"HAT a subtle kind of heartache we give 
 others by simply not being at our best and 
 highest, when they have to make allowances for 
 us, when the dark side is uppermost in our minds, 
 and we take their sunlight and courage away by 
 even our unspoken thoughts, our atmosphere of 
 heaviness ! O to stand always and eternally for 
 sunlight and life and cheer! Anon, 
 
 r ~PHINK truly, and thy thought 
 
 Shall the world's famine feed ; 
 Speak truly, and thy word 
 
 Shall be a faithful seed ; 
 Live truly, and thy life shall be 
 
 A great and noble creed. 
 
 — Horatius Bonar. 
 
 TVTEXT to the sunlight of heaven is the cheerful 
 face. Who has not felt its electrifying in- 
 fluence ? One glance at this face lifts us out of 
 the mists and shadows into the beautiful bright and 
 warm within. A host of evil passions may lurk 
 around the door, but they never enter and abide 
 there ; the cheerful face will put them to shame 
 and flight. ■ — The Lutheran Observer. 
 
 121 
 
T FEEL that I shall stand 
 
 Henceforward in thy shadow. Nevermore, 
 Alone upon the threshold of my door 
 Of individual life, I shall command 
 The uses of my soul, nor lift my hand 
 Serenely in the sunshine as before. 
 
 — Elizabeth Barrett Browning. 
 
 MY KATE 
 
 CHE was not as pretty as women I know, 
 
 And yet all your best made of sunshine and 
 snow 
 Drop to shade, melt to nought in the long-trodden 
 
 ways, 
 While she's still remembered on warm and cold 
 days, — 
 
 My Kate. 
 
 Her air had a meaning, her movements a grace; 
 You turned from the fairest to gaze on her face : 
 And when you had once seen her forehead and 
 
 mouth, 
 You saw as distinctly her soul and her truth — 
 
 My Kate. 
 122 
 
Such a blue inner light from her eyelids outbroke, 
 You looked at her silence and fancied she spoke : — 
 When she did, so peculiar yet soft was her tone, 
 Though the loudest spoke also, you heard her alone — 
 
 * My Kate. 
 
 I doubt if she said to you much that could act 
 As a thought or suggestion : she did not attract 
 In the sense of the brilliant or wise : I infer 
 'Twas her thinking of others made you think of 
 her — 
 
 My Kate. 
 
 She never found fault with you, never implied 
 Your wrong by her right ; and yet men at her side 
 Grew nobler, girls purer, as through the whole town 
 The children were gladder that pulled at her gown — 
 
 My Kate. 
 
 None knelt at her feet confessed lovers in thrall ; 
 They knelt more to God than they used, — that 
 
 was all ; 
 If you praised her as charming, some asked what 
 
 you meant, 
 But the charm of her presence was felt when she 
 went — 
 
 My Kate. 
 123 
 
The weak and the gentle, the ribald and rude, 
 She took as she found them, and did them all good ; 
 It always was so with her — see what you have ! 
 She has made the grass greener even here . . . 
 with her grave — 
 
 My Kate. 
 
 My dear one ! when thou wast alive with the rest, 
 
 I held thee the sweetest and loved thee the best : 
 
 And now thou art dead, shall I not take thy part 
 
 As thy smiles used to do for thyself, my sweet 
 
 Heart — 
 
 My Kate. 
 
 — Elizabeth Barrett Browning. 
 
 T AM a part of all that I have met. 
 
 — Alfred Tennyson. 
 
 HPHE light of love, the purity of grace, 
 
 The mind, the music breathing from her face, 
 The heart, whose softness harmonized the whole. 
 
 — Byron. 
 
 \ 
 
 "LJER eyes were homes ot silent prayer. 
 
 — Alfred Tennyson. 
 124 
 
A S one lamp lights another, nor grows less, 
 So nobleness enkindleth nobleness. 
 
 — 'James Russell Loivell. 
 
 OUCH were great Hercules and Hylas dear; 
 True Jonathan and David truly tried ; 
 
 Damon and Pythias, whom death could not sever ; 
 All these, and all that ever had been tied 
 In bands of friendship, there did live forever; 
 Whose lives although decay'd, yet love decayed 
 
 never - — Spenser. 
 
 ["T was not anything she said ; 
 It was not anything she did ; 
 It was the movement of her head, 
 The lifting of her lid. 
 And as she trod her path aright, 
 Power from her very garment stole ; 
 For such is the mysterious might 
 God grants a noble soul. Anon. 
 
 TF our virtues 
 
 Did not go forth of us 'twere all alike 
 As if we had them not. — Shakespeare. 
 
 125 
 
TT is worth while to be a friend. It is to come 
 into people's lives with hallowed influences, and 
 then never again to go out of them. For to be a 
 friend at all is to stay forever in this life. God 
 never takes from us a friend he gives. Therefore 
 the privilege granted to a few rare spirits of being a 
 friend of many people is one of earth's most sacred 
 
 g ifts - —y.R. Miller. 
 
 A FLASH ! you came into my life, 
 And lo ! adown the years 
 Rainbows of promise stretched across 
 
 The sky grown gray with tears. 
 By day you were my sun of gold, 
 
 By night, my silver moon ; 
 I could not from a Father's hands 
 Have asked a greater boon. 
 
 A flash ! you passed out of my life — 
 
 No, no ! your spirit still 
 Is sun and moon and guiding star 
 
 Through every cloud and ill. 
 As down the rainbow years I go, 
 
 You still are at my side ; 
 And some day I shall stand with you 
 
 Among the glorified. Anon. 
 
 126 
 
A /TEN and women 
 
 Who set us palpitating with the thrill 
 Of something loftier than we yet have dreamed 
 Are God's sublimest poems. 
 
 He made right conduct winsome, strong to save 
 His friends from lower moods by what he gave 
 Of his wide-visioned, brave, imperial soul. 
 
 — Ozora S. Davis, 
 
 TTER angel's face 
 
 As the great eye of heaven shined bright, 
 And made a sunshine in the shady place. 
 
 — Spenser. 
 
 COW thou the seeds of better deed and thought, 
 Light other lamps while yet thy light is 
 beaming. 
 Our many deeds, the thoughts that we have 
 
 thought, 
 Go out from us thronging every hour ; 
 And in them all is folded up a power, 
 That on the earth doth move men to and fro ; 
 And mighty are the marvels they have wrought, 
 In hearts we know not, and may never know. 
 
 — F. W. Faber. 
 127 
 
r "PHE thought of our past years in me doth breed 
 Perpetual benediction. Wordsworth. 
 
 TTOW far that little candle throws his beams, 
 So shines a good deed in a naughty world. 
 
 — Shakespeare. 
 
 A ND Jonathan caused David to swear again, 
 because he loved him : for he loved him as 
 he loved his own soul. 
 
 The friendship of David and Jonathan was one 
 of the most beautiful illustrations of friendship that 
 the world has ever seen. 
 
 Such friendships are very rare. Yet every 
 young man is better for having a strong, true, and 
 noble friendship. Young men have many tempta- 
 tions, and there is a wonderful restraining and con- 
 straining power in the life of one we love. We 
 dare not do wrong in the sacred presence of a 
 trusted friend. We all know how unworthy we 
 feel when we come with the recollection of some 
 sin or some meanness into the presence of one 
 we honor. One writes of the hallowing influ- 
 ence of such a presence : — 
 
 128 
 
" Each soul whispers to herself: 'Twere like a breach 
 Of reverence in a temple, could I dare, 
 Here speak untruth, here wrong my inmost 
 
 thought. 
 Here I grow strong and pure ; here I may yield 
 Without shamefacedness the little brought 
 From out my poorer life, and stand revealed 
 And glad and trusting, in the sweet and rare 
 And tender presence which hath filled this air." 
 
 — J.R. Miller. 
 
 A FRIEND has many functions. He comes as 
 the brightener into our life, to double our joys 
 and halve our griefs. He comes as the counsellor, 
 to give wisdom to our plans. He comes as the 
 strengthener, to multiply our opportunities and be 
 hands and feet for us in our absence. But above 
 all use like this he comes as our rebuker, to explain 
 our failures and shame us from our lowness ; as 
 our purifier, our uplifter, our ideal, whose life to us 
 is a constant challenge in our heart, — "Friend, 
 come up higher, higher along with me ; that you 
 and I may be those truest true lovers who are 
 nearest to God when nearest to each other." 
 
 — Endeavor World. 
 129 
 
EARN to greet your friends with a smile. 
 They carry too many frowns in their own 
 hearts to be bothered with any of yours. 
 
 AMI not nobler thro' thy love ? 
 
 — Alfred Tennyson. 
 
 PHE touch of a hand, the glance of an eye, 
 Or a word exchanged with a passer-by ; 
 A glimpse of a face in a crowded street, 
 And afterwards life is incomplete ; 
 A picture painted with honest zeal, 
 And we lose the old for the new ideal ; 
 A chance remark, or a song's refrain, 
 And life is never the same again. 
 
 An angered word from our lips is sped, 
 
 Or a tender word is left unsaid, 
 
 And one there is who, his whole life long, 
 
 Shall cherish the brand of a burning wrong \ 
 
 A line that stares up from an open page, 
 
 A cynic smile from the lips of age, 
 
 A glimpse of loving seen in a play, 
 
 And the dreams of our youth are swept away. 
 
 — Anon. 
 130 
 
T7RIENDSHIP only truly exists where men 
 harmonize in their views of things human 
 and divine, accompanied by the greatest love and 
 esteem. — Cicero. 
 
 "Z^OD gave the increase" (i Cor. 3 : 6). The 
 work of Richard Gibbs is a remarkable ex- 
 ample of how one's influence not only endures, but 
 increases and multiplies after one has passed be- 
 yond this life. Richard Gibbs wrote a tract en- 
 titled, "The Bruised Reed." A tin pedler gave it 
 to a boy named Richard Baxter. Through read- 
 ing it he was brought to Christ. He wrote " A 
 Call to the Unconverted." Among the thousands 
 saved through it was Philip Doddridge, who wrote 
 " The Rise and Progress of Religion in the Soul." 
 That book fell into the hands of Wilberforce, the 
 great emancipator of slaves, and led him to Christ. 
 Wilberforce wrote u A Practical View of Chris- 
 tianity," which fired the heart of Leigh Richmond. 
 Richmond wrote u The Dairyman's Daughter," 
 which, before 1849, na ^ a circulation of four mill- 
 ions and was translated into fifty languages — all 
 from the tract that Richard Gibbs wrote. 
 
 — Endeavor JVorld. 
 
 U 1 
 
A S characters traced on white paper with sym- 
 pathetic ink can only be made legible by fire, 
 so our hearts' characters cannot be read unless 
 warmed by friendship. 
 
 What is the best a friend can be 
 
 To any soul, to you or me ? 
 
 Not only shelter, comfort, rest — 
 
 Inmost refreshment unexpressed; 
 
 Not only a beloved guide 
 
 To thread life's labyrinth at our side, 
 
 Or with love's torch lead on before ; 
 
 Though these be much, there yet is more. 
 
 The best friend is an atmosphere 
 Warm with all inspirations dear, 
 Wherein we breathe the large, free breath 
 Of life that hath no taint of death. 
 Our friend is an unconscious part 
 Of every true beat of our heart ; 
 A strength, a growth, whence we derive 
 God's health that keeps the world alive. 
 
 — Lucy Larcom. 
 
 POOD deeds ring clear through heaven like a 
 bell. _ J e an Paul Richter. 
 
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T 
 
 TVTEVER a word is said 
 
 But it trembles in the air, 
 And the truant voice has sped 
 
 To vibrate everywhere ; 
 And perhaps far off in eternal years 
 The echo may ring upon our ears. 
 ******* 
 
 Never a day is given, 
 
 But it tones the after years, 
 And it carries up to heaven 
 
 Its sunshine or its tears ; 
 While the to-morrows stand and wait, — 
 The silent mutes by the outer gate. 
 
 There is no end to the sky, 
 
 And the stars are everywhere, 
 And time is eternity, 
 
 And the here is over there ; 
 For the common deeds of the common day 
 Are ringing bells in the far away. 
 
 — Henry Burton. 
 
 RUE friendship is like sound health ; the value 
 of it is seldom known until it is lost. 
 
 — Cotton. 
 
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T WANT to live, if God will give me help, such 
 a life that, if all men were living it, this world 
 would be regenerated and saved. I want to live 
 such a life that, if that life changed into new per- 
 sonal peculiarities as it went to different men, but 
 the same life still, if every man were living it, the 
 millennium would be here ; nay, heaven would be 
 here, the universal presence of God. 
 
 — Phillips Brooks. 
 
 FN choosing friends we are choosing a large part 
 of our future. We are to be, in great measure, 
 what they are. We are to think their thoughts, 
 imitate their actions, share their joys and sorrows. 
 If we choose our friends wisely, we are far on the 
 way to a happy and successful life. If we choose 
 them foolishly, we are certain of some shame and 
 sorrow and loss, and perhaps of much. Then 
 choose friends with great and eager care. Nowa- 
 days it is only a few that take time for friendship. 
 There are many other things, we foolishly think, 
 that pay better. No one can be a real friend with- 
 out taking time for it and spending strength on it. 
 We must think about our friends, plan for them, 
 give them practical assistance, cheer them up, en- 
 
 134 
 
courage them, often be hands and feet and mind 
 and heart for them, as David and Jonathan were 
 for each other. Sometimes men wonder why they 
 have no friends ; they are not willing to pay the 
 price. The last rule for friends is, Be willing to 
 let them go ! I mean, of course, for their own good. 
 Be willing to run the risk of offending them, of 
 driving them away from you, if in no other way 
 you can move them to righteousness. Be entirely 
 frank with them. Do not flatter them. Do not 
 wink at their faults and sins. u Faithful are the 
 wounds of a friend," and a friend is not worth 
 having who will not risk your friendship for the 
 sake of helping you. If you have such a friend, 
 thank God for him every day. 
 
 — Endeavor World. 
 
 TJ^VERY man is a missionary now and forever, 
 whether he intends or designs it or not. 
 
 — Dr. Chalmers. 
 
 /^REAT souls by instinct to each other turn, 
 Demand alliance, and in friendship burn. 
 
 — Addison. 
 
 J 35 
 
\/OU can only make others better by being good 
 yourself. __ Hugh R. Hawies. 
 
 /^OURAGE is contagious. Brave thoughts^ 
 brave words, brave deeds, — courage in his 
 whole attitude toward life and death, toward God 
 and man — this makes the teacher an educator, 
 constitutes him a former and creator of men ; for 
 the heroic mood leads to contact with divine things 
 and has vital power. Refuse to entertain thy 
 troubles and sorrows, and they will leave thee. A 
 great mind can console and heal as well as time. 
 Our attitude toward circumstances determines what 
 effect they shall have upon us. . . . All things 
 belong to thee, if thou but love them, and what 
 thou possessest will give thee pure delight, if thou 
 hold and use it for the benefit of others. . . . 
 If thy life seem to thee a useless burden, still bear 
 it bravely, and thou shalt find at last, like St. 
 Christopher, that thou hast carried a god across 
 the troubled streams of time. Whosoever does 
 what is right in a generous and brave spirit feels 
 that he acts in harmony with eternal laws, and is, 
 in his deep soul, conscious of divine approval. 
 
 — y. L. Spaulding. 
 136 
 
PHIS learned I from the shadow of a tree 
 That to and fro did sway upon a wall ; 
 Our shadow selves — our influence may fall 
 Where we can never be. 
 
 — Anna E. Hamilton. 
 
 SHOT an arrow into the air, 
 It fell to earth I knew not where; 
 For so swiftly it flew, the sight 
 Could not follow it in its flight. 
 
 I breathed a song into the air, 
 It fell to earth I knew not where ; 
 For who has sight so keen and strong 
 That it can follow the flight of song ? 
 
 Long, long afterwards, in an oak 
 I found the arrow, still unbroke; 
 And the song, from beginning to end, 
 I found again in the heart of a friend. 
 
 — Henry IV. Longfellow. 
 
 COUL-MESSAGES may not be stayed nor 
 
 crossed ; 
 Out of God's mails no letter is lost. 
 
 — A. D. T. Whitney. 
 
A ND God shall make divinely real 
 The highest form of thy ideal. 
 
 — Mrs. Preston, 
 
 A ND who can tell what secret links of thought 
 Bind heart to heart? 
 Unspoken words are heard, as if within our deepest 
 
 selves were brought 
 The soul, perhaps, of some unuttered word. 
 
 — Adelaide A. Procter. 
 
 npO come in contact with a great soul, to feel its 
 
 influence, is to have new life breathed into 
 
 one. It is to have all that is noble within the self 
 
 rescued from the pettiness of human surroundings, 
 
 and lifted into an atmosphere where it beholds, 
 
 though in another, the possibilities of its own 
 
 divinity. . . . Such an atmosphere can be created 
 
 only through the life of one who lives with God 
 
 every day and every hour. 
 
 — Florence Palmer King. 
 
 T^O win a true friend, one must love Truth and 
 Right better than he loves that friend. 
 
 — IV, C. Gannett. 
 
 138 
 
TN so much as any one pushes you nearer to God, 
 he or she is your friend. — Mozoomdar. 
 
 "\TO man or woman of the humblest sort can 
 really be strong, gentle, pure, and good with- 
 out the world being better for it, without some- 
 body being helped and comforted by the very 
 existence of that goodness. — Phillips Brooks. 
 
 HPHE sweetest lives are those to duty wed, 
 
 Whose deeds, both great and small, 
 Are close-knit strands of an unbroken thread, 
 
 Where love ennobles all. 
 The world may sound no trumpets, ring no bells : 
 The book of life the shining record tells. 
 Thy love shall chant its own beatitudes 
 After its own life working. A child's kiss 
 Set on thy sighing lips shall make thee glad, 
 A sick man helped by thee shall make thee strong, 
 Thou shalt be served thyself by every sense 
 Of service which thou renderest. 
 
 — Elizabeth Barrett Broivning. 
 
 /^\NE example is worth a thousand arguments. 
 
 — Gladstone. 
 
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w 
 
 'E all have friends whose influence over us is 
 genial and kindly. We are conscious of 
 being drawn ever toward goodness and truth and 
 purity when with them. They arouse in us noble 
 longings and aspirations. They call out our best 
 endeavors and our gentlest and kindliest dispositions. 
 Others there are who bring from us not sweet 
 music, but jarring discord. — J, R, Miller, 
 
 ^HE gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne ; 
 
 For a man by nothing is so well bewrayed 
 As by his manners. — Spenser. 
 
 /^)UR friends are our ideals. At least, in every 
 ^^^ beautiful friend's life we see some little glimpse 
 of life " as it is in heaven," a little fragment 
 of the beauty of the Lord, which becomes part of 
 the glory into which we would fashion ourselves. 
 
 When we truly love a friend we unconsciously 
 reach toward what he is and grow into or toward 
 his likeness. The influence of companionship 
 projects even far beyond the earthly story of 
 those who touch and impress our lives. Indeed, 
 we can never be as though we had not experi- 
 enced it. — J. R. Miller. 
 
 140 
 
THINK that good must come of good, 
 And ill of evil — surely unto all, 
 In every place or time, seeing sweet fruit 
 
 Groweth from wholesome roots, or bitter things 
 From poison stocks : yea, seeing, too, how spite 
 
 Breeds hate — and kindness, friends — or patience 
 Feace. — Edwin Arnold. 
 
 r ~PHERE are natures in which, if they love us, 
 
 we are conscious of having a sort of baptism 
 
 and consecration. They bind us over to rectitude 
 
 and purity by their pure belief about us ; and our 
 
 sins become the worst kind of sacrilege which tears 
 
 down the invisible altar of trust. 
 
 — George Eliot. 
 
 A MAN who lives right, and is right, has more 
 
 power in his silence than another has by his 
 
 words. Character is like bells which ring out 
 
 sweet music, and which, when touched, accidentally 
 
 even, resound with sweet music. 
 
 — Phillips Brooks. 
 
 PVERY life is meant 
 
 To help all lives; each man should live 
 
 For all men's betterment. Ji' ue Cary. 
 
 141 
 
TF thou art blest, 
 
 Then let the sunshine of thy gladness rest 
 On the dark edges of each cloud that lies 
 Back in thy brother's skies. 
 If thou art sad, 
 Still be thou in thy brother's gladness glad. 
 
 — Anna E. Hamilton. 
 
 JUST to live is joy enough, 
 Though where roads are dull and rough, 
 Fill your cup and share it ! Can 
 More be done by flower or man ? 
 
 — Lucy La r com. 
 
 '""PHE nobler the character, the larger and deeper 
 its friendships will be, the more natures it 
 will enter into and illumine. Lucy Larcom. 
 
 'T'HOU must be true thyself 
 
 If thou the truth would teach ; 
 Thy soul must overflow, 
 
 If thou another soul would reach ; 
 It needs the overflowing heart 
 
 To give the life full speech. 
 
 — Horatius Bonar. 
 142 
 
r T*HERE are souls in the world who have the 
 gift of finding joy everywhere and of leaving 
 it behind them when they. go. Joy gushes under 
 their fingers like jets of light. Their influence is 
 an inevitable gladdening of the heart. It seems as 
 if a shadow of God's own gift had passed upon 
 them. They give light without meaning to shine. 
 
 — F. W, Faber. 
 
 "^EAR, I would be to you the breath of balm 
 That sighs from folded blossoms, wet with 
 dew ; 
 The day's first dawn-ray I would be to you — 
 The starlight's cheery gleam, the moonlight's calm. 
 
 I would be pillow to your cheek, 
 When toil is done, and care hath ceased to grieve; 
 I would be the dear dream your soul doth seek, 
 The dream whose joy no waking hour can give. 
 
 When strength is ebbing and the road is long, 
 I would be the firm staff within your hand ; 
 A pillar of cloud in a sun-beaten land, 
 A pillar of fire, where night's black shadows 
 throng. , _ Madeline S. Bridges. 
 
 H3 
 
T^HE smallest bark on Life's tempestuous ocean 
 
 Will leave a track behind for evermore ; 
 The lightest wave of influence, set in motion, 
 Extends and widens to the eternal shore. 
 We should be wary, then, who go before 
 A myriad yet to be, and we should take 
 Our bearing carefully, where breakers roar 
 And fearful tempests gather; one mistake 
 May wreck unnumber'd barks that follow in our 
 wake. — Sarah K. Bolton. 
 
 I 
 
 T is wonderful to think what the presence of 
 one human being can do for another, — change 
 everything in the world. — George S. Merriam. 
 
 1WTAY I reach 
 
 That purest heaven, — be to other souls 
 The cup of strength in some great agony, 
 Enkindle generous ardor, feed pure love, 
 Beget the smiles that have no cruelty, 
 Be the sweet presence of a good diffused. 
 And in diffusion evermore intense! 
 So shall I join the choir invisible 
 Whose music is the gladness of the world. 
 
 — George Eliot. 
 144 
 
"DEMEMBER there is no legacy like the ex- 
 ample of a holy life. ... Be peaceful and 
 joyous, consecrate the simplest duties of every day, 
 fill your life with earnest endeavor and perfect 
 trust ; and no matter how narrow and painful it 
 may seem to you, when it is ended, you will look 
 back with wonder at the influence for good your 
 quiet example and cheerful spirit have been. 
 
 — Anon. 
 
 145 
 
The 
 Immortality 
 
 of 
 Friendship 
 
 147 
 
True friendship is infinite and immortal. 
 
 — Pope, 
 
 Can friend lose friend ? Believe it not ! 
 The tissue whereof life is wrought, 
 Weaving the separate into one, 
 Nor end hath, nor beginning ; spun 
 From subtle threads of destiny, 
 Finer than thought of man can see. 
 God takes not back his gifts divine ; 
 While thy soul lives, thy friend is thine. 
 
 — Lucy Larcom. 
 
 148 
 
Z\i*'*^ 
 
 NCE we have loved we never lose. 
 
 That is not love which can forget, 
 Through loss and loneliness and grief 
 This gem is as its coronet, 
 That true love never can forget. 
 
 That is not faith which drops its hold. 
 
 Once we have trusted, in our clasp 
 Forever lies life's changeless gold, 
 
 Nor withers in our loosened grasp ; 
 
 True faith through all time keeps its clasp. 
 
 — Margaret E. Sangster. 
 
 \X7E must learn that our best and most steadfast 
 friends are invisible, namely, the dear angels, 
 who with faithfulness and love, moreover with all 
 helpfulness and true friendship, far surpass all the 
 friends we have whom we can see. Thus in many 
 ways we enjoy the fellowship of the heavenly 
 spirits. — Luther. 
 
 149 
 
HPHE truth of immortality gives us a vision of 
 continued existence in love and blessedness 
 for those who have passed from us and beyond our 
 sight. We miss them and we ask a thousand 
 questions about them, yet get no answer from this 
 world's wisdom. But looking through the broken 
 grave of Christ, as through a window, we see green 
 fields on the other side, and amid the gladness and 
 the joy we catch glimpses of the dear faces we miss 
 from the earthly circle. — J m R t Miller. 
 
 A ND is not the best of all our hopes, the hope 
 of immortality, always before us ? . . . It 
 will be the most joyful of all our travels and ad- 
 ventures. It will bring us our best acquaintances 
 and friendships. — Henry van Dyke. 
 
 TVTOT merely for this world below 
 Does friendship's cord entwine, 
 But in the future we shall know 
 
 Its value more divine. 
 The friendship which we cherish here, 
 
 With plighted heart and hand, 
 God's angels give it honor there — 
 
 There is its native land. Anon. 
 
 150 
 
r T , HEY sin who tell us love can die ; . . . 
 
 Love's holy flame forever burneth, 
 From heaven it came, to heaven returneth ; 
 It soweth here with toil and care, 
 But the harvest time of love is there. 
 
 — South ey. 
 
 "\JO, the heart that has truly loved never for- 
 g ets * — Thomas Moore. 
 
 A LL we have willed or hoped or dreamed of 
 
 good shall exist ; 
 Not its semblance, but itself; no beauty, nor good, 
 
 nor power 
 Whose voice has gone forth, but each survives for 
 
 the melodist, 
 When eternity affirms the conceptions of an hour. 
 The high that proved too high, the heroes for earth 
 
 too hard, 
 The passion that left the ground to lose itself in 
 
 the sky, 
 Are music sent up to God by the lover and the 
 
 bard ; 
 Enough that he heard it once : we shall hear it by 
 
 and b y- — Robert Browning. 
 
 151 
 
Q AY not of thy friend departed, 
 
 " He is dead " : — he is but grown 
 Larger-souled and deeper-hearted, 
 
 Blossoming into skies unknown. 
 All the air of earth is sweeter 
 For his being's full release ; 
 And thine own life is completer 
 For his conquest and his peace. 
 
 — Lucy Larcom. 
 
 " COME day," we say, and turn our eyes 
 
 Toward the fair hills of paradise ; 
 Some day, some time, a sweet new rest 
 Shall blossom, flower-like, in each breast. 
 Some day, some time, our eyes shall see 
 The faces kept in memory ; 
 Some day their hand shall clasp our hand, 
 Just over in the Morning-land — 
 O Morning-land ! — O Morning-land ! 
 
 — Edward H. Phelps. 
 
 A ND visible friends link hands with those un- 
 seen, 
 Veiled in immortal light : their love is one. 
 
 — Lucy Larcom. 
 152 
 
FN a world of constant change and uncertainty 
 there is, we may safely affirm, no surer anchor 
 of the soul than a true and enduring friendship. 
 And friendship to be true must necessarily be en- 
 during, — be a pure and constant flame, burning 
 with a steadiness that chance and change do not 
 harm, glowing more cheerily in the hour of trouble 
 or need, and unobscured by distance of time or 
 space. Friendship is, in its very nature, pure, 
 magnanimous, sacred, — a blending of soul with 
 soul, a forgetfulness of self, an entire and absolute 
 trust, a oneness of heart. That such a friendship 
 is indeed Heaven's best gift we may well believe, 
 and think of it as a bond not to be measured by 
 the little span of this brief life, but as immortal 
 and infinite ; a chain the first links only of which 
 we hold in our perishing hands, but which we may 
 hope to grasp yet more firmly in other and brighter 
 worlds. __£. G. S. 
 
 T^HAT I shall love alway, 
 
 I offer thee 
 That love is life, 
 
 And life hath immortality. 
 
 — Emily Dickinson. 
 
 x 53 
 
r T*HE friendship of high and sanctified spirits 
 loses nothing by death but its alloy. 
 
 — Bishop Hall. 
 
 TRY to guess what radiance now 
 Is resting on that gentle brow, 
 
 Lovelier than shone upon it here ; 
 What heavenly work thou hast begun, 
 What new immortal friendships won, 
 
 That make the life unseen so dear. 
 
 I do not think that any change 
 Could ever thy sweet soul estrange 
 
 From the familiar human ties ; 
 Thou art the same, though inmost heaven 
 Its wisdom to thy thought has given, 
 
 Its beauty kindled in thine eyes. 
 
 The same to us, as warm, as true, 
 Whatever beautiful or new 
 
 With thy unhindered growth may blend : 
 Here, as life broadens, love expands ; 
 How must it bloom in those free lands 
 
 Where thou dost walk, beloved friend ! 
 
 — Lucy Larcom. 
 154 
 
\\TO\JhD it be like God to create such beau- 
 tiful unselfish loves, most like the love of 
 heaven of any type we know — just for our three- 
 score and ten years ? Would it be like Him to 
 allow two souls to grow together here, so that the 
 separating of the day is pain, and then wrench them 
 apart for all eternity ? What is meant by such 
 expressions as " risen together, sitting together 
 in heavenly places " ? If they mean anything, 
 they mean recognition, friendships, enjoyments. 
 Our friends are not dead, nor asleep, they go on 
 loving, they are near us always, and God has 
 said, M We should know each other there." 
 
 — Elizabeth Stuart Phelps. 
 
 "\17HO love can never die! They are a part 
 
 Of all that lives beneath the summer's sky; 
 With the world's living soul their souls are one ; 
 Nor shall they in vast Nature be undone 
 And lost in the general life; each separate heart 
 Shall live, and find its own, and never die. 
 
 — A?ion. 
 
 T^O live in hearts we leave behind is not to die. 
 
 — Campbell. 
 155 
 
LOST a friend the other day — 
 His heart was pure and strong and true ; 
 Our days were sweet, but all too few ; 
 He passed from earth — the other day. 
 But while I see him here no more, 
 I know that on a happier shore, 
 
 Not here, but in eternity, 
 God will give my friend to me. 
 
 I lost a friend long years ago — 
 Awhile our paths together lay, 
 And we were happy by the way 
 
 Until we parted — years ago. 
 
 From out each other's lives we passed ; 
 
 Each went his way, but yet, at last, 
 Or here, or in eternity, 
 
 God will give back my friend to me. 
 
 I lost a friend — or, shall I say 
 
 He lost himself! For sin and shame 
 Have left me little but the name 
 
 Of him I loved, and love to-day. 
 
 My friend, as lost, I weep, deplore ; 
 
 But faith says : u One can save, restore." 
 To Thee I come, I pray to Thee, 
 O Christ, give back my friend to me. 
 
 — Paton H. Hoge. 
 
 i 5 6 
 
Vy HAT shall I do, my friend, 
 
 When you are gone forever ? 
 My heart its eager need will send 
 
 Through the years to find you never. 
 
 And how will it be with you, 
 In the weary world, I wonder ? 
 
 Will you love me with a love as true, 
 When our paths lie far asunder ? 
 
 The way is short, O friend, 
 
 That reaches out before us; 
 God's tender heavens above us bend, 
 
 His love is smiling o'er us. 
 
 A little while is ours, 
 
 For sorrow or for laughter : 
 I'll lay the hand you love in yours, 
 
 On the shore of the Hereafter. 
 
 — Mary Clemmer. 
 
 T HOLD it true, whate'er befall, 
 I feel it when I sorrow most ; 
 'Tis better to have loved and lost, 
 Than never to have loved at all. 
 
 — Alfred Tennyson. 
 157 
 
TJTE who really loves has tasted of immortality. 
 
 — Lucy Larcom. 
 
 r ~PALK not of wasted affections ; affection never 
 
 was wasted, 
 If it enrich not the heart of another, its waters 
 
 returning 
 Back to their springs, like the rain, shall fill it full 
 
 of refreshment. 
 That which the fountain sends forth returns again 
 
 to the fountain. —Henry W. Longfellow. 
 
 "YX TE that had loved him so, followed him, 
 honored him, 
 Lived in his mild and magnificent eye, 
 Learned his great language, caught his clear ac- 
 cents, 
 Made him our pattern to love or to die. 
 
 — Robert Browning. 
 
 r^ REEN be thy turf above thee, 
 
 Friend of my better days ; 
 None knew thee but to love thee, 
 
 Nor named thee but to praise. 
 
 — Halle ck. 
 
 158 
 
OWEET human hand and lips and eye, 
 
 Dear heavenly friend, thou canst not die. 
 
 ******* 
 
 Thy voice is on the rolling air ; 
 I hear thee where the waters run *, 
 Thou standest in the rising sun, 
 
 And in the setting thou art fair. 
 
 Strange friend, past, present, and to be ; 
 
 Loved deeplier, darklier understood ; 
 
 Behold, I dream a dream of good, 
 And mingle all the world with thee. 
 
 — Alfred Tennyson. 
 
 \ ~\ 7HEN I remember them, those friends of mine, 
 
 Who are no longer here, the noble three, 
 Who half my life were more than friends to me, 
 And whose discourse was like a generous wine, 
 I most of all remember the divine 
 Something, that shone in them, and made us see 
 The archetypal man, and what might be 
 The amplitude of Nature's first design. 
 
 — Henry JV. Longfellow . 
 
 '"PRUE friendship is eternal. 
 
 — Cicero. 
 
 159 
 
I 
 
 \7t/E scatter down the four wide ways, 
 
 Clasp hands and part, but keep 
 The power of the golden days 
 
 To lull our care asleep, 
 And dream, while our new years we fit 
 
 With sweetness from those four, 
 That we are known and loved there still, 
 Though we come back no more. 
 
 — Rudyard Kipling. 
 
 S it not sweet to think, hereafter, 
 When the spirit leaves this sphere, 
 Love, with deathless wings, shall waft her 
 To those she long hath mourn'd for here ? 
 
 ******* 
 
 Alas, alas, doth Hope deceive us ? 
 
 Shall friendship, — love, — shall all those ties 
 That bind a moment, and then leave us, 
 
 Be found again where nothing dies ? 
 
 Oh ! if no other boon were given, 
 
 To keep our hearts from wrong and stain, 
 
 Who would not try to win a heaven 
 Where all we love shall live again. 
 
 — Thomas Moore. 
 1 60 
 
r ~pHERE is in souls a sympathy with sounds ; 
 And as the wind is pitched, the ear is pleased 
 With melting airs or martial, brisk or grave ; 
 Some chord in unison with what we hear 
 Is touched within us, and the heart replies. 
 
 — Cowper. 
 
 P\EATH, indeed, cannot sever friendship. 
 " Friends," says Cicero, " though absent, are 
 still present ; though in poverty they are rich ; 
 though weak, yet in the enjoyment of health ; and 
 what is still more difficult to assert, though dead 
 they are alive." This seems a paradox, yet is 
 there not much truth in his explanation ? u To 
 me, indeed, Scipio still lives, and will always live ; 
 for I love the virtue of that man, and that worth is 
 not yet extinguished. . . . Assuredly of all things 
 that either fortune or time has bestowed on me, 
 I have none which I can compare with the friend- 
 ship of Scipio." If, then, we choose our friends 
 for what they are, not for what they have, and if we 
 deserve so great a blessing, then they will be always 
 with us, preserved in absence, and even after death, 
 in the " amber of memory." 
 
 — Sir 'John Lubbock, 
 161 
 
/"^NE came and told me suddenly, 
 
 " Your friend is dead ! Last year she went ; " 
 But many years my friend had spent 
 In life's wide wastes, apart from me. 
 
 And lately I had felt her near, 
 
 And walked as if by soft winds fanned, 
 Had felt the touching of her hand, 
 
 Had known she held me close and dear. 
 
 And swift I learned that being dead 
 
 Meant rather being free to live, 
 
 And free to seek me, free to give, 
 And so my heart was comforted. 
 
 — Margaret E. Sangster. 
 
 /^\H, may I join the choir invisible 
 
 Of those immortal dead who live again 
 In minds made better by their presence; live 
 In pulses stirred to generosity, 
 In deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn 
 For miserable aims that end with self, 
 In thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars, 
 And with their mild persistence urge man's search 
 To vaster issues. — George Eliot. 
 
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TVTEAR you in sympathy the angels stand, 
 
 Their unseen hosts encompass you around ; 
 Strong and unconquerable the glorious band, 
 And loud their songs and hymns of victory sound. 
 And near you, though invisible, are those, 
 The good and just of every age and clime, 
 Who while on earth have fought the selfsame foes, 
 And won the fight through faith and love sublime. 
 
 — 'Jones Very. 
 
 AM an immortal being. There is no death 
 to cut short my plans. 
 
 — Edward Everett Hale. 
 
 A ROUND our pillows golden ladders rise, 
 And up and down the skies, 
 With winged sandals shod, 
 The angels come and go, the 
 
 Messengers of God. — Stoddard. 
 
 T^OR love remains, whatever dies: 
 
 The love that breathed us into bloom, 
 And set us in the eternities, 
 To fill their void with life's perfume. 
 
 — Lucy Larcom. 
 163 
 
/^*OD never meant us to be separated 
 
 From one another in our work and thought ; 
 Spirits that share His Spirit He has mated, 
 That so his loving purpose may be wrought, 
 His gracious will be done 
 In earth and heaven, as one. 
 
 — Lucy Larcom. 
 
 HAVE friends in the spirit land, — 
 And still I think of them the same 
 As when the Master's summons came. 
 
 — John G. Whither, 
 
 CWEET souls around us! watch us still, 
 
 Press nearer to our side, 
 Into our thoughts, into our prayers, 
 With gentle helpings glide. 
 Let death between us be as nought, 
 A dried and vanished stream ; 
 Your joy be the reality, 
 Our suffering life the dream. 
 
 — Harriet Beecher Stowe. 
 
 PHEY live, since love is deathless. 
 
 — Lucy Larcom. 
 164 
 
\\ 7"HEN we think of the friends who have 
 gone from us into the unseen, having passed 
 through many changes in their physical lineaments 
 from youth to old age, — we do not see these 
 changes ; our vision is of themselves, in the fresh, 
 full, unhindered expression of all that was best 
 and most real in them. The soul is always 
 young, and the heavenly form is the true revela- 
 tion of the soul. Even here, we know our friends 
 far less by their physical peculiarities of themselves 
 that we call " expression." 
 
 tc 
 
 I have friends in Spirit Land, — 
 Not shadows in a shadowy band, 
 Not others, but themselves are they ! 
 
 >> 
 
 We shall look into the same deep eyes, and 
 clasp the same warm hands, and walk on beside 
 the same beloved beings we have known here, our 
 transfigured bodies forever u young with the youth 
 of the angels." — Lucy Larcom. 
 
 HHHY earliest friend with me 
 
 Walked hand in hand ; we sat long hours upon 
 This bank; and I am on the earth, but she 
 
 Had wings, and she is gone J) ora Grcenwell. 
 
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KNOW not are you far or near, 
 Or are you dead, or are you live ; 
 I know not who the blame should bear, 
 Or who should plead, or who forgive ; 
 But when we meet some day, some day, 
 Eyes clearer grown the truth may see, 
 And every cloud shall roll away 
 That darkens love, 'twixt you and me. 
 
 I know not when the day shall be, 
 
 I know not when our eyes may meet, 
 
 What welcome you may give to me, 
 
 Or will your words be sad or sweet ; 
 
 It may not be till years have passed, 
 
 Till eyes are dim and tresses gray ; 
 
 The world is wide, but, love, at last, 
 
 Our hearts, our hands, must meet some day. 
 
 — Anon, 
 
 o 
 
 NCE we have loved we cannot lose. 
 Who loves must trust and cannot choose. 
 
 — Margaret E. Sangster. 
 
 IMMORTALITY is the glorious discovery of 
 Christianity. __ Channing. 
 
 166 
 
'T^HE mortal body cannot love and trust. 
 
 'Tis soul that loves, and soul is more than clod. 
 And, though the body molders back to dust, 
 The soul lives on forevermore with God. 
 
 — E. Alfred Coll. 
 
 f~\ THOSE loving hearts in the realms above, 
 
 That in life we can ne'er forget, 
 We know they are watching with eyes of love, 
 We know that they love us yet. 
 
 — Charlotte D. Wilbur. 
 
 OTILL seems it strange, that thou shouldst live 
 
 forever ? 
 Is it less strange, that thou shouldst live at all ? 
 This is a miracle, and that no more. Young. 
 
 (~*AN it be ? 
 
 Matter immortal, and shall spirit die ? 
 Above the nobler and less noble rise ? 
 Shall man alone, for whom all else revives, 
 No resurrection know ? Shall man alone, 
 Imperial man ! be sown in barren ground, 
 Less privileg'd than grain, on which he feeds ? 
 
 — Young. 
 167 
 
TV /TANY friends that travelled with me 
 Reached Heaven's portal long ago ; 
 One by one they left me battling 
 With the dark and crafty foe. 
 They are watching at the portal, 
 They are waiting at the door; 
 Waiting only for my coming — 
 The beloved ones gone before. 
 
 — H. M. Re as oner. 
 
 I 
 
 CLIMB the hill : from end to end 
 Of all the landscape underneath 
 I find no place that does not breathe 
 Some gracious memory of my friend. 
 
 — Alfred Tennyson. 
 
 TT must be so, Plato, thou reasonest well ! 
 
 Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, 
 This longing after immortality ? 
 Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, 
 Of falling into nought ? Why shrinks the soul 
 Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? 
 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us, 
 'Tis heaven itself that points out an hereafter, 
 And intimates eternity to man. — Addison. 
 
 168 
 
"\TO life once lived on earth bravely and well, 
 ever quite ceases to be. The great and good 
 who have gone over to the majority still live and 
 speak, still uplift and inspire those who are toiling 
 here. That is a beautiful conception of death, 
 that makes us think of our lost as just " away," 
 not beyond our loving and our remembering and 
 not beyond remembering and loving us. u Is there 
 never a chink in the world above where they listen 
 for words from below ? " sings Jean Ingelow. 
 Ah, yes, there are gates ajar, through which our 
 voices steal in and our songs break, to mingle with 
 theirs among the glorified. They are alive still, 
 and being alive, who shall say that they have ceased 
 to care ? — Margaret E. Sangster. 
 
 *"PHE friends who have been truly ours here, we 
 must find in the hereafter, for they are part of 
 ourselves : our life and theirs is one, and is M hid 
 with Christ in God " where it is safe forever. 
 
 — Lucy Larcom. 
 
 HPHEN, though thy place on earth a void must be, 
 Beloved friend, thou art not dead to me. 
 
 — H. H. Boyesen. 
 169 
 
The Divine 
 Friendship 
 
 I7 1 
 
The dearest word that Christ says to His 
 disciples, the proudest and most ennobling 
 word, the word that means the most for our 
 earthly relationships as well as the heavenly, 
 is this : — 
 
 " I have called you friends/ ' 
 
 — Amos R. Wells. 
 
 Infinite Friend, Thy friendship sure 
 
 Hath been the same for evermore, 
 
 To all thy people and to me, 
 
 Is all and evermore shall be ; 
 
 Changeless and fixed as the Eternal Throne; 
 
 The truest that this world hath known. 
 
 — y. C. Todd. 
 
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 3NE there is, above all others, 
 
 Well deserves the name of Friend ; 
 His is love beyond a brother's, 
 Costly, free, and knows no end : 
 They who once His kindness prove 
 Find it everlasting love. 
 
 — 'John Newton. 
 
 (~\ GREAT Heart of God ! whose loving 
 
 Cannot hindered be or crossed ; 
 
 Will not weary, will not even 
 
 In one death itself be lost. 
 
 — Saxe Holm. 
 
 TV /TINE is an unchanging love, 
 
 Higher than the heights above; 
 Deeper than the depths beneath, 
 Free and faithful, strong as death. 
 
 — William Coivfier. 
 
 l 73 
 
(~\ HIGHEST and best source of all, from out 
 the midst of infinite mystery of suffering, we 
 look to Thee ! On Thee our faith and hope and 
 love, on Thee our need and despair, still call. We 
 cannot grasp Thy being or comprehend Thy ways. 
 We can but know Thy truth, Thy goodness, and 
 Thy beauty. It is enough, Thou art with us ; 
 in Thee we live. What Thou doest is eternally 
 right ; on Thee we throw the burden of our lives. 
 Thou art, Thou hast ever been, Thou shalt be for- 
 ever ; Thou holdest us ever in sight whether we 
 live or whether we die. . . . We weary of every- 
 thing, — of labor, of rest, of pleasure, of success, 
 of the company of friends, and of our own, but 
 not of the divine presence uttering itself in hope 
 and love, in peace and joy. _ J, £. Spaulding. 
 
 PHE assurance of immortality alone is not 
 enough. For if we are told that we are to 
 live forever and still are left without the personal 
 knowledge of a personal God, eternity stretches 
 before us like a boundless desert, a perpetual and 
 desolate orphanage. It is a Divine companionship 
 that the spirit needs first of all, and most deeply. 
 
 — Henry van Dyke. 
 
 *74 
 
" T O, I am with you alway." 
 
 With you, to lift your weak endeavor 
 Unto His service, large and free ; 
 With you, and you with Him forever ! — 
 For where He is, His friends shall be. 
 
 — Lucy Larcom. 
 
 A T last the end came. The end comes for 
 every earthly friendship. The sweetest life 
 together of loved ones must have its last walk, 
 its last talk, its last hand-clasp, when one goes, 
 and the other stays. The friendship of Jesus with 
 his disciples was very sweet ; it was the sweetest 
 friendship this world ever knew. His deep human 
 love appears in his giving up the whole of this last 
 evening to this tryst with his own. His heart 
 hungered for communion with his friends ; with 
 desire he desired to eat the Passover, and enjoy 
 these hours with them before he suffered. Then 
 he did it also for the sake of his disciples ; he wished 
 to comfort them and make them stronger for the 
 way. This farewell has kept the Christian hearts 
 of all centuries warm and tender with love toward 
 him who is the unchanging Friend, the same yes- 
 terday and to-day and forever. y % R t Miller. 
 
 175 
 
HIS COMPANIE 
 
 I 
 
 S the way long ? Meseems not so. 
 No way is long where friends do go 
 In converse low and sweet and deep, — 
 And all the way I have with me 
 My Lord's dear Companie. 
 
 Is the way hard ? But, surely, nay ! 
 For " Lean on Me " — His voice doth say. 
 And scarce I know the path grown steep, 
 So wondrously it heartens me, 
 My Lord's dear Companie. 
 
 — J. L. M. W. 
 
 A RT tired ? 
 
 There is a rest remaining. Hast thou sinned ? 
 There is a sacrifice. Lift up thy head, — 
 The lovely world, and the over-world alike, 
 Ring with a song eterne, a happy rede : — 
 " Thy Father loves thee." 
 
 — "Jean Inge low. 
 
 ~\0 we not expect too much from earthly 
 friends, and too little from the divine Friend, 
 who alone possesses infinite resources ? 
 
 — Zions Herald. 
 
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T^HOU hast given so much to me, 
 
 Give one thing more, a grateful heart, 
 
 Not thankful when it pleaseth me, 
 
 As if thy blessings had spare days ; 
 
 But such a heart, whose pulse may be 
 
 Thy praise. 
 
 — George Herbert. 
 
 "\ \ TE follow Jesus in and out of homes ; children 
 cluster about his feet ; . . . a dozen men 
 leave net and plough to bind to his their fortunes, 
 and others go forth by twos, not ones, to imitate 
 him. Across the centuries we love and trust him 
 all the more because he was a man of many friends. 
 
 — William C, Gannett. 
 
 TJDR the love of God is broader 
 
 Than the measure of mankind ; 
 And the heart of the Eternal 
 Is most wonderfully kind. 
 
 If our love were but more simple 
 
 We should take Him at his word ; 
 
 And our lives would be all sunshine 
 
 In the sweetness of our Lord. 
 
 — F. W. Faber. 
 
PHERE is a Friend, more tender, true, 
 Than brother e'er can be ; 
 Who when all others bid adieu, 
 Remains the last to flee ; 
 Who, be their pathway light or dim 
 Deserts not those who turn to Him. 
 
 He is the Friend who changeth not, 
 In sickness, or in health ; 
 Whether on earth our transient lot 
 Be poverty or wealth ; 
 In joy or grief, contempt or fame, 
 To all who seek Him, still the same. 
 
 Of human hearts he holds the key ; 
 Is friendship meet for ours ? 
 Oh, be assured that none but he 
 Unlocks its noblest powers! 
 He can recall the lost, the dead, 
 Or give us dearer in their stead. 
 
 — Caroline Lovegrove, 
 
 ly'ING of the world, thou livest to the end, 
 
 Ruling the nations as no other can ; 
 Best comrade, healer, teacher, guide, best friend 
 And help of man. _ Susan Qoolidge. 
 
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HHHE grace of heaven, 
 
 Before, behind thee and on every hand, 
 Enwheel thee around. _ Shakespeare. 
 
 " CT*HAT ye should love as I have loved you " — 
 
 Oh, sweet command, that goes so far beyond 
 The mightiest impulse of the tenderest heart ! 
 A bare permission had been much; but He 
 Who knows our yearnings and our fearfulness, 
 Chose graciously to bid us do the thing 
 That makes our earthly happiness, and set 
 A limit that we need not fear to pass, 
 Because we cannot. Oh, the breadth, 
 And depth, and height of love that passeth knowl- 
 edge ! 
 Yet Jesus said, u As I have loved you." 
 It is not that we love our precious ones 
 Too much, but God too little. 
 
 — Frances R. Haver gal. 
 
 VyORSHIP God by doing good, 
 
 Works, not words ; kind acts, not creeds ! 
 He who loves God as he should, 
 Makes his heart's love understood by kind deeds. 
 
 — Anon. 
 
 l 79 
 
A ND lo, my heart was sad, alone, 
 
 Bereft of one whose loving presence 
 Unceasing thoughtfulness and care had given. 
 My soul was plunged in solitude 
 Which ne'er before had sorrow known. 
 
 'Tis now that friendship's sacred help draws near, 
 
 And shares the painful loneliness ; 
 
 Yet with all that sympathy would willingly bestow, 
 
 There is a depth it fails to calm. 
 
 Far back in deep recesses of the inner self 
 
 Unveiled, there still remains an aching hungriness 
 
 No human love can reach to soothe. 
 
 'Tis Christ alone who holds the key 
 
 And knows the balm that's needed there ; 
 
 Yes, he can fathom every depth 
 
 And mould the hidden brokenness 
 
 To perfect harmony. — L ucy y, Qriss. 
 
 [T is the loving of Christ which works the most 
 wonderful transformation. . . . We do not 
 know what God is doing for us when he gives us 
 friends to love, especially when he gives us those 
 the loving of whom costs us something. The 
 blessing comes through the serving, through the 
 giving out of life. — J, R. Miller. 
 
 180 
 
/^OD'S patient love ! Misunderstood 
 
 By hearts that suffer in the night. 
 Doubted — yet waiting till Heaven's light 
 Shall show how all things work for good. 
 
 God's endless Love ! What will it be 
 When earthly shadows flee away, 
 For all eternity's bright day 
 The unfolding of that Love to see ! 
 
 — Anon, 
 
 /^\H, God, I pray Thee for the childlike heart 
 
 That can enjoy — all vexing thoughts apart — 
 The beauties Thou in heaven and earth dost show, 
 Not fret myself with things I do not know. 
 
 — Maltbie D. Babcock. 
 
 TTIS life was an incarnation of friendship. The 
 angels sang it over the manger, u Good will to 
 men." The outcasts knew it with whom He sat 
 at meat. Doubters knew it, whom He led with 
 gentle patience. His enemies knew it, whom His 
 love condemned. His disciples knew it, whom 
 with His dying breath He called friends. The 
 great world shall yet know it, being drawn to the 
 lifted cross of friendship. — Amos R. Wells, 
 
 181 
 
TTUSH, I pray you ! 
 
 What if this friend happen to be — God ! 
 
 — Robert Browning. 
 
 PHE love of Jesus reproduces itself in the lives 
 of His working and suffering children. In 
 some shape they are ever giving themselves to 
 God and for their fellow-men. True love is no 
 thin disembodied sentiment. Love asserts its pres- 
 ence in a practical visible way, when once it really 
 hves. — Canon Lidden. 
 
 " T NEED not journey far 
 
 This dearest Friend to see, 
 Companionship is always mine, 
 He makes his home with me." 
 
 /GREATER love hath no man than this, that a 
 man lay down his life for his friends. Ye are 
 my friends, if ye do whatsoever I command you. 
 Henceforth I call you not servants ; for the ser- 
 vant knoweth not what his Lord doeth, but I 
 have called you friends, for all things that I have 
 heard of my Father I have made known unto you. 
 
 — John IS : /J-JJ. 
 182 
 
/^LOTHED humbly with familiar graces, 
 
 Beside you in your path He moves : 
 His face looks forth from human faces; 
 His love is breathed through human loves. 
 
 — Lucy La r com. 
 
 /^OD'S love and peace be with thee, . . . 
 . . . Where'er I look, where'er I stray, 
 Thy thought goes with me on my way 
 And hence the prayer I breathe to-day ; 
 
 *J» rf± *J» *J» *^ i^t 
 
 Thou lack'st not Friendship's spell-word, nor 
 The half-unconscious power to draw 
 All hearts to thine by Love's sweet law. 
 With these good gifts of God is cast 
 Thy lot, and many a charm thou hast 
 To hold the blessed angels fast. 
 
 **i* ife *^ *Mg sL «Xc 
 
 ^^ ^^ ^^ ^^ ^^ ^^ 
 
 God's love, — unchanging, pure, and true, — 
 The Paraclete white — shining through 
 His peace, — the fall of Herman's dew. 
 With such a prayer, on this sweet day, 
 As thou may'st hear and I may say, 
 I greet thee, dearest, far away ! 
 
 — 'John G. Whit tier. 
 
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" I "HERE is only One who can take our lives 
 with all their fault and sin, their broken strings 
 and jangled chords, and bring from them the 
 music of love, joy, and peace. It is related that 
 once Mendelssohn came to see the great Frieburg 
 organ. The old custodian, not knowing who his 
 visitor was, refused him permission to play upon 
 the instrument. At length, however, after much 
 persuasion, he granted him leave to play a few 
 notes. Mendelssohn took his seat, and soon the 
 most wonderful music was breaking forth from the 
 organ. The old man was spellbound. He came 
 up beside the great master and asked his name. 
 Learning it, he stood humiliated, self-condemned, 
 saying, " And I refused you permission to play 
 upon my organ ! " — There comes One to us and 
 desires to take our life and play upon it. But we 
 withhold ourselves from him and refuse him per- 
 mission, when if we would but yield ourselves to 
 him, he would bring from our souls heavenly 
 music. _ J, R, Miller, 
 
 HPHE meeting-point of God and man is love. 
 
 — Henry Jones, 
 184 
 
T^HE hands that tend the sick, tend Christ; the 
 willing feet that go on errands of love, work 
 for Christ ; the words of comfort to the sorrowful, 
 and of sympathy to the mourner, are spoken in the 
 name of Christ — Christ comforts the world through 
 His friends. How much have you done for Him ? 
 What sort of a friend have you been to Him ? 
 God is working through His people ; Christ is suc- 
 coring through His friends — it is the vacancies in 
 the ranks of His friends wherein the mischief lies; 
 come and fill the one gap. _ Arthur F. Ingram. 
 
 "TJ*VERYTHING becomes possible to those who 
 love. . . . We shall be enabled to do so 
 much if only we love. We live by loving, and 
 the more we love the more we live ; and there- 
 fore, when life feels dull and the spirits are low, 
 turn and love God, love your neighbor, and you 
 will be healed of your wound. Love Christ, the 
 dear Master; look at His face, listen to His words, 
 and love will waken, and you will do all things 
 through Christ who strengtheneth you. 
 
 — Marry Scott Holland. 
 
 ^HE love of Christ, which passeth knowledge. 
 
 — Epbesians j : 10. 
 
 i8 5 
 
" "\ 1 7"ITH God go over the sea, 
 
 Without Him not over the threshold. " 
 
 Blest with this fellowship divine, 
 Take what thou wilt, I'll ne'er repine ; 
 E'en as the branches to the vine, 
 My soul would cling to thee. 
 
 Far from her home, fatigued, oppressed, 
 Here she has found her place of rest; 
 An exile still, yet not unblessed, 
 While she can cling to thee. 
 
 — Charlotte Elliot. 
 
 " T^HE Lord be between thee and me forever " 
 (i Sam. 20 : 23). God is as much inter- 
 ested in our friendships as He is in our prayers 
 or our praise. The kind of company we keep and 
 the kind of friends we win, make more difference 
 with our spiritual condition than the prayers we 
 offer or the hymns we sing. Have no friend of 
 whom you cannot say, " The Lord be between me 
 and Wm." __ J h n F. Conan. 
 
 \\ /E know that all things work together for good 
 to them that love God. — Ro?n. S : 28. 
 
 186 
 
" T^HE life of faith consists of just this — being 
 a child in the Father's house." 
 
 *T^HE simple gospel of the humble carpenter, 
 preached by twelve fishermen, has survived 
 the centuries, and outlives all other philosophies 
 of eighteen hundred years. I am not versed in 
 the terminology of philosophies. I believe them to 
 be of little use to reach the hearts, and to influence 
 the action of simple men. . . . The simple faith 
 of my mother is good enough for me. If we be- 
 lieve this faith, what harm ? If we disbelieve it, 
 and thereby do wrong, what of our future ? 
 
 — Chauncey M. Depew. 
 
 /^OD is enough ! thou who in hope and fear 
 
 Toilest through desert-sands of life, sore tried, 
 Climb trustful over death's black ridge, for near 
 The bright wells shine ; thou wilt be satisfied. 
 
 — Edwin Arnold. 
 
 "DROTHER, thy high desire 
 
 In the remotest sphere shall be fulfilled. 
 Oh, joy ! Oh, gladness inexpressible ! 
 
 — Dante. 
 
 187 
 
*"PHE best of all is, God is with us. 
 
 — 'John Wesley. 
 
 "\X 7HEN we understand all is from God and 
 for Him, trouble, doubt, and anxiety die 
 away, and the soul rests in the calm and repose 
 that belongs to whatever is eternal. He sees all 
 and is not disturbed. Why should we be filled 
 with apprehension because there are ripples in the 
 little pond where our life-boat floats ? Since He 
 has made us for everlasting bliss, He has made us 
 to be happy now in the work that lies at our hand 
 or in the sorrow and suffering we must bear. 
 Whatever brings a high thought, or a gentle or 
 a generous mood is consecrated as though wafted 
 to us from the wings of angels. Had we the 
 power to gratify every wish and whim, human life 
 would become impassible. God's love is as mani- 
 fest when He hems us in as when He enlarges the 
 bounds in which he permits us to move. We ask 
 blindly for many things, when all that we need is 
 that He will guide us. a Thy will be done," is 
 the sum of all true worship and right prayer. 
 
 ■ J. L. Spaulding. 
 188 
 
"\ T 7E love thee well ; but Jesus loves thee best — 
 Only " good night," beloved — not " fare- 
 well ! " 
 A little while and all His saints shall dwell 
 In hallowed union, indivisible — 
 
 Good night ! — Dorah Dondney. 
 
 /^yNTLY, O Lord, in thy dear love, 
 
 Fit us for perfect rest above ; 
 And help us this and every day, 
 To live more nearly as we pray. 
 
 — 'John Keble. 
 
 OVE Him, and keep him for thy Friend, who, 
 when all go away, will not forsake thee, nor 
 suffer thee to perish at the last. 
 
 — Thomas a Kempis. 
 
 TT is true that love cannot be forced, that it can- 
 not be made to order, that we cannot love be- 
 
 cause we ought or even because we want. But 
 we can bring ourselves into the presence of the 
 lovable. We can enter into Friendship through 
 the door of Discipleship. We can learn love 
 through service. — Hugh Black. 
 
 189 
 
CONTEMPLATE the love of Christ, and you 
 *"" will love. Stand before that mirror, reflect 
 Christ's character, and you will be changed into 
 the same image from tenderness to tenderness. 
 
 — Henry Drummond. 
 
 MIZPAH 
 
 C^O thou thy way and I go mine; 
 
 Apart, yet not afar; 
 Only a thin veil hangs between 
 The pathways where we are, 
 And " God keep watch 'tween thee and me," 
 
 This is my prayer ; 
 He looks thy way. He looketh mine. 
 
 And keeps us near. 
 
 I know not where thy road may lie 
 
 Or which way mine may be ; 
 If mine will be through parching sands, 
 
 And thine beside the sea ; 
 Yet God keeps watch 'tween thee and me, 
 
 So never fear ; 
 He holds thy hand, He claspeth mine, 
 And keeps us near. 
 
 *f* i^ S|t *ji *jC |K Jj+ 
 
 190 
 
And though our paths be separate, 
 
 And thy way is not mine, 
 Yet, coming to the mercy seat, 
 
 My soul will meet with thine ; 
 And " God keep watch 'tween thee and me," 
 
 I'll whisper there. 
 He blesseth thee, He blesseth me, 
 
 And we are near. — J u i ia J, Baker. 
 
 /^\NE of the most valuable changes which comes 
 to a human friendship when it is deepened 
 into a communion of the Holy Ghost is the as- 
 surance of permanence which it requires. When 
 friendship enters into God, and we are bound to- 
 gether through our common union with Him, all 
 the strength of that higher union authenticates and 
 assures the faithfulness of the love that is bound up 
 with it. The souls that meet in God may well 
 believe that they shall hold each other as eternally 
 as He holds each and each holds Him. 
 
 — Phillips Brooks. 
 
 r T*HERE is a Friend better than any, better than 
 all, human friends. There are needs of our 
 lives that no friends of earth can satisfy. 
 
 — J.R. Miller. 
 191 
 
(~\F earthly friends, who finds them true 
 
 May boast a happy lot ; 
 But happier still, life's journey through, 
 
 And earthly joys forgot, 
 To feel a heavenly Friend is nigh 
 Whose love and care can never die. 
 
 — Caroline Love grove. 
 
 " 1 HAVE loved thee with an everlasting love " 
 (Jer. 31 : 3). "The highest and closest rela- 
 tion possible between any two is friendship. The 
 basis of friendship is sympathy. The atmosphere 
 of friendship is mutual unquestioning truth. In 
 the original meaning of the word — a friend is a 
 lover, a friend is one who loves you for your sake 
 alone, and steadfastly loves, regardless of any re- 
 turn. . . . Friendship grows with exchange of 
 confidence. Friends are confidents." As in a 
 double solitude, ye think in each other's hearing. 
 . . . Trust is the native air of Friendship, a 
 breath of doubt chills and chokes. . . . Now 
 this is the tender relation which God himself 
 desires with each of us. Did Jesus ever speak 
 more tenderly than on that last Thursday night 
 when he said to those constant companions of two 
 
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years, " I have called you friends, for all that I 
 heard from my Father I have made known unto 
 you.". . . " Trust is the native element of friend- 
 ship — friendship with God. A constant feeling 
 of confidence in God that believes in his overruling 
 power and in unfailing love, and rests in him in 
 the darkness. . . . Let us climb up, He is ever 
 moving us into the inner recesses of friendship 
 with himself." __ £ £). Gordon. 
 
 r\ MASTER, let me walk with thee, 
 
 In lowly paths of service free ; 
 Tell me thy secret, help me bear 
 The strain of toil, the fret of care. 
 
 Help me the slow of heart to move 
 By some clear, winning word of love ; 
 Teach me the wayward feet to stay, 
 And guide them in the homeward way. 
 
 Teach me thy patience, still with thee 
 In closer, dearer company, 
 In work that keeps faith sweet and strong, 
 In trust that triumphs over wrong. 
 
 — Washington Gladden, 
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r "PHE merest grass 
 
 Along the roadside where we pass, 
 
 Lichen and moss and sturdy weed 
 Tell of His love who sends the dew, 
 The rain and sunshine too, 
 
 To nourish one small seed. 
 
 — Christina Rossetti. 
 
 T^HERE is scarcely any character under which 
 Christ in His Manhood is represented by 
 which He comes so near and dear to us as that of 
 Friend. Man is a social being, and a large portion 
 of our earthly enjoyment springs from the society 
 of our friends. Now Jesus meets this deep want of 
 our nature by offering to all — the most guilty 
 transgressor — the homeless wanderer — the aban- 
 doned outcast — the precious boon of His friend- 
 ship. But let us remember that while it is the 
 true friendship of man that Jesus offers us, it is 
 also that of God. While He wears our nature, 
 and is truly our Brother, He is also our King. 
 His friendship is therefore backed by Omnipotence, 
 and it cannot consequently possibly fail in what it 
 undertakes to do for us. We may have an earthly 
 friend who is neither wanting in constancy of 
 
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affection nor in willingness to make any sacrifice 
 to aid us, but is deficient in ability. In the dark 
 hour of our extremity, when we most need aid, he 
 stands by, it may be, with a tearful eye and a 
 bleeding heart ; but utterly helpless to assist us. 
 But it is not so with Jesus. Never can we be 
 beyond the grasp of His powerful hand. His re- 
 sources are not only boundless, but they are avail- 
 able when we most require them. 
 
 — Robert Boyd, 
 
 T LOOK to Thee in every need, 
 
 And never look in vain ; 
 I feel Thy touch, Eternal Love, 
 
 And all is well again ; 
 The thought of Thee is mightier far 
 Than sin and pain and sorrow are. 
 
 Discouraged in the work of life, 
 
 Disheartened by its load, 
 Shamed by its failures or its fears, 
 
 I sink beside the road ; 
 But let me only think of thee, 
 And then new heart springs up in me. 
 
 — Samuel Longfellow. 
 
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O LOVE OF GOD 
 
 f~\ LOVE of God, how strong and true ! 
 
 Eternal, and yet ever new ; 
 Uncomprehended and unbought, 
 Beyond all knowledge and all thought ! 
 
 O heavenly love, how precious still ! 
 In days of weariness and ill, 
 In nights of pain and helplessness, 
 To heal, to comfort, and to bless ! 
 
 O wide-embracing, wondrous Love, 
 We read Thee in the sky above ; 
 We read Thee in the earth below, 
 In seas that swell and streams that flow. 
 
 We read Thee best in Him who came 
 To bear for us the cross of shame, 
 Sent by the Father from on high, 
 Our life to live, our death to die. 
 
 O Love of God, our shield and stay 
 Through all the perils of our way ; 
 Eternal love, in thee we rest, 
 Forever safe, forever blest. 
 
 — Horatius Bonar. 
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/^\NE of the chief blessings of the Christian life 
 comes from the assurance that we may know 
 Jesus Christ. It is our privilege to enter into 
 close relations of spiritual friendship with the Son 
 of God. Human fellowship of kindred hearts is 
 sweet to the soul, but the fellowship with the 
 Redeemer of men is precious beyond compare. 
 And it is not association at a distance ; acquaint- 
 ance through a second person ; or friendship at 
 arm's length — but the intimate communion of 
 soul with Soul ; so close, so conscious, so satisfy- 
 ing that we say with spiritual exultation, as the 
 apostle did : " I know whom I have believed ! ' 
 
 The joy of knowing Jesus Christ is one of the 
 greatest possessions to which the soul, freed from 
 the burden of sin, and admitted to the fellowship 
 of the saints, falls heir. Amid all the toil and 
 tumult of life, with its discouragements, perplexi- 
 ties, sorrows, and burdens, it is a priceless boon 
 to have in our hearts the conviction that we know 
 Jesus Christ. It steadies faith ; it stimulates hope ; 
 it cheers the heart ; it gives new meaning and pur- 
 pose to the life that now is, and it casts over the 
 life that is to come the delights of blissful antici- 
 pation. 1 JT 1J 
 
 — bpwortb Jrierala. 
 
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/^VUR Friend, our Brother, and our Lord 
 
 What may our service be.? 
 Not name, nor fame, nor ritual word, 
 But simply following Thee. 
 
 — John G. Whittier. 
 
 A BUSY woman entered her room hastily as 
 twilight shades were falling, went directly to 
 her desk, turned on the gas, and began to write. 
 Page after page she wrote ; five minutes she worked, 
 ten, half an hour. The solitude became oppressive. 
 She wheeled her chair around, and, with a shock 
 of joyful surprise, looked squarely into the smiling 
 face of her dearest friend lying on the lounge by 
 her side. 
 
 " Why, I didn't know you were here ! " she 
 cried. M Why didn't you speak to me ? " 
 
 " Because you were so busy. You didn't speak 
 to me." 
 
 So with Jesus — here all the time. The room 
 is full of Him, always ready to greet us with a 
 smile — but we are so busy ! But when the soli- 
 tude grows oppressive — and there are heart soli- 
 tudes that can be only broken as we let this dearest 
 Friend speak — we suddenly turn, and lo ! He is 
 
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at our side. We speak to Him, and He speaks to 
 us, and the soul's deepest yearnings are completely 
 satisfied. — Anon. 
 
 DIVINE AND HUMAN 
 
 JESUS, Saviour, Friend most dear ! 
 Dwell thou with us daily here ! 
 By Thine own life teach us this — 
 How divine the human is ! 
 
 One with God, as heart with heart, 
 Saviour, lift us where Thou art ! 
 Join us to His life, through Thine, 
 Human still, though all divine ! 
 
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 O Love, O Friend, Thy name is God ! 
 Lord of the unseen and the known ! 
 Thy thoughts the universe have trod, 
 With worlds like sands of silver strewn. 
 
 Lead us through these bewildering ways 
 Of pain and beauty thou hast trod ! 
 Thou art our creed, our prayer, our praise, 
 O Christ, Thou human heart of God ! 
 
 — Lucy Larcom. 
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THHE hour draws near, howe'er delayed or late, 
 
 When at the Eternal Gate 
 We leave the words and works we call our own, 
 And lift void hands alone 
 
 For love to fill. Our nakedness of soul 
 
 Brings to that gate no toll ; 
 
 Giftless we come to Him who all things gives, 
 
 And live because He lives. 
 
 — John G. Whittier. 
 
 CO now, I pray Thee, keep my hand in Thine, 
 
 And guide it as Thou wilt. I do not ask 
 To understand the " wherefore " of each line, — 
 Mine is the sweeter, easier, happier task : 
 Just to look up to Thee for every word, 
 Rest in Thy love, and trust, and know that I am 
 heard. — Frances R. Haver gal. 
 
 /^OD! Thou art Love! I build my faith on 
 Vj that! 
 
 I know Thee, Thou hast kept my feet and made 
 Light for me in the darkness — tempering sorrow, 
 So that it reached me like a solemn joy : 
 It were too strange that I should doubt 
 Thy ^ve. — Robert Browning. 
 
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\\ 7"ITH those who have made ready to receive 
 Him in peaceful trust, He will come and 
 dwell in love and joy ; and great is their rest and 
 blessedness. —Abbe Guillore. 
 
 A H, there is no friendship without the Friend ! 
 
 Neither can it be begun, nor continued, nor 
 
 enjoyed, without the Friend. I have said that 
 
 friendship does not require two ; it does, but the 
 
 other is Christ! —Amos R. Wells, 
 
 f~\ LOVE, give me a heart so like Thine own 
 
 That it may beat in unison with Thine ; 
 Make it a temple for Thyself alone, 
 Too long it has been filled with thoughts of mine. 
 
 — Anna J. Granniss. 
 
 HPHEN let my feet be swift to run for Thee, 
 
 My hands essay Thy lowliest work to do, 
 My heart be warm with love, my gladness be 
 To hear Thy voice and know its accents true. 
 And still when thou shalt summons, may I go, 
 Oh, Friend Divine, thrice blest to serve Thee so. 
 
 — Margaret E. Sangster. 
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" T/E are My friends — " 
 
 " We love Him because He first loved us " 
 (i John 4: 19). Christ had happiness in social 
 relationship. He counted a good deal on that. 
 When He drew the group of twelve disciples 
 around Him, it was not as a theological class that 
 He might teach, it was as twelve personal, intimate 
 friends ; and He cared for their friendship. Out 
 of this twelve He selected three and cared for them 
 more ; and out of the three He selected one whom 
 He cared for most of all. He rejoiced in the joy 
 of friendship. . . . When He was about to die 
 He gathered the disciples about Him and He told 
 them that this was what He had desired to do — 
 that in this social gathering he had found pleasure 
 and happiness. Yes, Christ knew something of 
 pleasure, and He knew more of happiness, but 
 most of all He knew of blessedness. The deeper 
 joys were His. The joy that walks in the invisi- 
 ble, the joy of companionship with God, the joy 
 of suffering for righteousness* sake, the joy of self- 
 sacrifice, the joy of pain, the joy of tears — these 
 were His, and these were more to Him than others, 
 more than happiness, more than pleasure. 
 
 — Lyman dbbott. 
 
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'TTHOU art, O God, the life and light 
 Of all this wondrous world we see ; 
 Its glow by day, its smile by night, 
 
 Are but reflections caught from Thee. 
 Where'er we turn, Thy Glories shine, 
 And all things fair and bright are Thine. 
 
 When Day, with farewell beam, delays 
 Among the op'ning clouds of Even, 
 
 And we can almost think we gaze 
 
 Through golden vistas into Heaven — 
 
 Those hues that make the sun's decline 
 
 So soft, so radiant, Lord ! are Thine. 
 
 When Night, with wings of starry gloom, 
 O'ershadows all the earth and skies, 
 
 Like some dark, beauteous bird, whose plume 
 Is sparkling with unnumbered eyes — 
 
 That sacred gloom, those fires divine, 
 
 So grand, so countless, Lord ! are Thine. 
 
 — Thomas Moore, 
 
 OVE for Christ is transforming the world. 
 Love always transforms. Many a life is made 
 beautiful by a pure, sweet, strong human love. 
 
 — J.R. Miller. 
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A N ancient temple, drawn 
 
 Of crumbling granite, sagging portico, 
 And gray forbidding gateway, grim as woe; 
 And o'er the portal, cut in antique line 
 The words — cut likewise in this brain of mine — 
 u Would'st have a friend ? — wouldst know what 
 
 friend is best ? 
 Have God thy friend : He passeth all the rest." 
 
 — 'James Whitcomb Riley. 
 
 T^VEAR Lord, help me to obey because I love 
 Thee. May my will be Thine, and Thy 
 will mine. Give me that joy of life which can be 
 found only in friendship with Thee. 
 
 — Floyd W. Tompkins. 
 
 f~\ LOVE that will not let me go, 
 
 I rest my weary soul in Thee ; 
 I give Thee back the life I owe, 
 That in Thine ocean depths its flow 
 May fuller, richer be. — Q. Matherson. 
 
 TN my own hands my want and weakness are, 
 My strength, O God, in Thine. 
 
 — Bayard Taylor. 
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HPHIS name of Christ tests all life for us. 
 Anything we cannot write this blessed Name 
 over is unfit for us to do. What we cannot do 
 in this blessed Name we ought not to do at all. 
 The friendship on which we cannot write " in the 
 name of Jesus " is not a friendship we should take 
 into our life. The business we cannot conduct in 
 Christ's name we would better not try to conduct. 
 The gate over which this Name is not written we 
 should not enter. — J, R, Miller. 
 
 TF we choose our friends in Christ, neither here, 
 
 nor ever, need we fear parting, and we'll have 
 
 the secure joy and peace which come from having 
 
 a friend who is as one's own soul. 
 
 — Hugh Black. 
 
 A LL loves revive and grow and thrive 
 In God's great resting-place. 
 
 — y. L. Cos bam. 
 
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