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We twa hae run about the braes,
For auld, etc.
We twa hae paidl't i' the burn,
Frae mornin' sun till dine;
For auld, etc.
And here's a hand, my trusty fiere,
For auld, etc.
And surely ye 'll be your pint-stowp,
For auld, etc.
I HAD sworn to be a bachelor, she had sworn to
be a maid,
For we quite agreed in doubting whether matrimony paid;
Besides, we had our higher loves,
So we laughed at those wise men who say that friendship cannot live
'Twixt man and woman, unless each has something more to give :
We would be friends, and friends as true as e'er were man and man;
I'd be a second David, and she Miss Jonathan.
We dreamed together of the days, the dreambright days to come,
We were strictly confidential, and we called each other "chum."
We shared our secrets and our joys, together
"Well, good by, chum !" I took her hand, for the time had come to go.
ruled my heart,
And she said her young affections were all wound My going meant our parting, when to meet, we up in art.
did not know.
I had lingered long, and said farewell with a very heavy heart;
For although we were but friends, 't is hard for honest friends to part.
Yet through it all no whispered word, no telltale glance or sigh,
Told aught of warmer sentiment than friendly sympathy.
We talked of love as coolly as we talked of nebulæ,
And thought no more of being one than we did of being three.
And some day, when you've lots of time, drop a
The words came lightly, gayly, but a great sob,
We scorned all sentimental trash, - vows, kisses, tears, and sighs;
High friendship, such as ours, might well such childish arts despise ;
We liked each other, that was all, quite all there And then she raised her eyes to mine, - great liquid eyes of blue,
was to say,
So we just shook hands upon it, in a business Filled to the brim, and running o'er, like violet sort of way.
cups of dew;
One long, long glance, and then I did, what I
WILLIAM B. TERRETT,
A TEMPLE TO FRIENDSHIP.
Heaven gives us friends to bless the present
"A TEMPLE to Friendship," cried Laura, en- Resumes them, to prepare us for the next. Night Thoughts.
"I'll build in this garden; the thought is di-T is sweet, as year by year we lose
So the temple was built, and she now only
An image of Friendship, to place on the shrine.
An image, the fairest his art could invent;
Saw plainly this was not the Friendship she
I praise the Frenchman,* his remark was shrewd, So she flew to the sculptor, who sat down before How sweet, how passing sweet is solitude ! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, Whom I may whisper, Solitude is sweet.
Friendship! mysterious cement of the soul!
O, never," said she, "could I think of en- Consists not in the multitude of friends,
An image whose looks are so joyless and dim;
Iliad, Book ix.
HOMER, Pope's Trans.
She joyfully flew to her home in the grove.
So the bargain was struck; with the little god Statesman, yet friend to truth! of soul sincere, laden, In action faithful, and in honor clear; Who broke no promise, served no private end, Farewell," said the sculptor, "you 're not the Who gained no title, and who lost no friend. first maiden
Epistle to Mr. Addison,
Who came but for Friendship, and took away Like the stained web that whitens in the sun, Love!"
Grow pure by being purely shone upon.
Lalla Rookh: The Veiled Prophet of Khorassan. T. MOORE.
Friendship is the cement of two minds,
Youth and Age
Friendship's the image of
Eternity, in which there's nothing
Flowers are lovely; Love is flower-like;
O the Joys, that came down shower-like,
Ere I was old!
How grows in Paradise our store.
Burial of the Dead.
S. T. COLERIDGE.
Though last, not least, in love!
Who ne'er knew joy but friendship might divide,
* La Bruyère, says Bartlett.
Like summer friends, Flies of estate and sunneshine.
What the declinèd is
He shall as soon read in the eyes of others
Troilus and Cressida, Act iii, Sc. 3.
FRIENDS TO BE SHUNNed.
The man that hails you Tom or Jack, And proves, by thumping on your back, His sense of your great merit,
Is such a friend, that one had need
Be very much his friend indeed
To pardon, or to bear it.
Give me the avowed, the erect, the manly foe,
FRIENDSHIP AND LOVE.
Friendship is constant in all other things,
If I speak to thee in Friendship's name,
How Shall I Woo?
Friendship, like love, is but a name, Unless to one you stint the flame.
'Tis thus in friendship; who depend On many rarely find a friend.
The Hare and Many Friends.
QUARRELS OF FRIENDS.
I have shot mine arrow o'er the house, And hurt my brother.
Hamlet, Act v. Sc. 2.
Brother, brother, we are both in the wrong.
Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar :
Hamlet, Act i. Sc. 3.
Turn him, and see his threads: look if he be
Lay this into your breast: Old friends, like old swords, still are trusted best. JOHN WEBSTER.
Duchess of Malfy.
COMPLIMENT AND ADMIRATION.
WHEN IN THE CHRONICLE OF WASTED | How could he see to do them? having made one,
WHEN in the chronicle of wasted time
VIOLA. 'T is beauty truly blent, whose red and white
Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on :
TO MISTRESS MARGARET HUSSEY.
Of merry Margaret,
Well made, well wrought;
Far may be sought
Ere you can find
So courteous, so kind,
Or hawk of the tower.
THE FORWARD VIOLET THUS DID I CHIDE.
THE forward violet thus did I chide :
Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells,
If not from my love's breath? the purple pride
And buds of marjoram had stolen thy hair:
More flowers I noted, yet I none could see,