We twa hae run about the braes,
And pu'd the gowans fine;
But we've wandered mony a weary foot
Sin' auld lang syne.

For auld, etc.

We twa hae paidl't i' the burn,

Frae mornin' sun till dine;
But seas between us braid hae roared
Sin' auld lang syne.

For auld, etc.

And here's a hand, my trusty fiere,
And gie's a hand o' thine;
And we'll tak a right guid-willie waught
For auld lang syne.

For auld, etc.

And surely ye 'll be your pint-stowp,
And surely I'll be mine;
And we'll tak a cup o' kindness yet
For auld lang syne.

For auld, etc.

ROBERT BURNS.

PLATONIC.

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
hoped and feared,
With common purpose sought the goal that
young Ambition reared;

fair science

"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
line or two to me."

The words came lightly, gayly, but a great sob,
just behind,
Welled upward with a story of quite a different
kind.

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
never did before
Perhaps the tears meant friendship, but I'm
sure the kiss meant more.

WILLIAM B. TERRETT,

A TEMPLE TO FRIENDSHIP.

Heaven gives us friends to bless the present

scene;

"A TEMPLE to Friendship," cried Laura, en- Resumes them, to prepare us for the next. Night Thoughts.

chanted,

"I'll build in this garden; the thought is di-T is sweet, as year by year we lose

vine.'

So the temple was built, and she now only

wanted

An image of Friendship, to place on the shrine.

An image, the fairest his art could invent;
But so cold, and so dull, that the youthful

adorer

Saw plainly this was not the Friendship she

meant.

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.

her

Retirement.

THOMAS MOORE.

FRAGMENTS.

FRIENDSHIP.

Friendship! mysterious cement of the soul!
Sweet'ner of life! and solder of society!

The Grave.

CHOICE FRIENDS.
True happiness

O, never," said she, "could I think of en- Consists not in the multitude of friends,
But in the worth and choice.
Cynthia's Revels.

shrining

BEN JONSON.

An image whose looks are so joyless and dim;
But yon little god upon roses reclining,
We'll make, if you please, sir, a Friendship of Burns with one love, with one resentment glows.
A generous friendship no cold medium knows,

him."

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

66

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,
As of one man the soul and body is ;
Of which one cannot sever but the other
Suffers a needful separation.

Revenge.

Youth and Age

R. BLAIR.

Friendship's the image of

Eternity, in which there's nothing
Movable, nothing mischievous.

Endymion.

GEO. CHAPMAN.

Flowers are lovely; Love is flower-like;
Friendship is a sheltering tree;

O the Joys, that came down shower-like,
Of Friendship, Love, and Liberty,

Ere I was old!

How grows in Paradise our store.
Friends out of sight, in faith to muse

Burial of the Dead.

LILLY.

S. T. COLERIDGE.

YOUNG.

KEBLE.

Though last, not least, in love!
Fulius Cæsar, Act iii. Sc. 1.

COWPER.

Who ne'er knew joy but friendship might divide,
Or gave his father grief but when he died.
Epitaph on the Hon. S. Harcourt.

POPE.

* La Bruyère, says Bartlett.

POPE.

SHAKESPEARE.

Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar :
The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel.

Hamlet, Act i. Sc. 3.

SHAKESPEare.

Turn him, and see his threads: look if he be
Friend to himself, that would be friend to thee:
For that is first required, a man be his own;
But he that's too much that is friend to none.
Underwood,
BEN JONSON.

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,
TIME.
Methinks it should have power to steal both his,
And leave itself unfurnished.