Class _^l , Book_3 r xWj£ COPYRIGHT DEPOSIT "\I zr A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP cA Collection of Verse and Prose Compiled by INA RUSSELLE WARREN PUBLISHED IN PHILADELPHIA BY GEORGE W.JACOBS AND COMPANY >v Copyright, 1910, by George W. Jacobs & Company Published August, iqio All rights reserved Printed in U. S. A. 2 r n A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP j T n (CLA271292 ^v T i » f TO YOU WHO KNOW O friend! O best of friends! Thy absence more Than the impending night darkens the landscape o'er! 3 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP A X T True friends appear less moved than coun- terfeit. —ROSCOMMON A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP v, y INTRODUCTION Reach your hand to me, my friend, With its heartiest caress — Sometime there will come an end To its present faithfulness — Sometime I may ask in vain For the touch of it again, When between us land or sea Holds it ever back from me. - the present is too sweet To go on forever thus! Round the corner of the street Who can say what waits for us? — Meeting — greeting, night and day, Faring each the self-same way — Still, somewhere, the path must end, — Reach your hand to me, my friend ! . —JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY Used by permission of The Bobbs-Merrill Co. 5 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP . i !i— t: s The poems by O. W. Holmes, H. W. Longfellow, J. G. Whittier, Elizabeth Stuart Phelps, and Phoebe Cary, are used by permission of and by special arrangement with, Houghton, Mifflin & Company, authorized publishers of their works. A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP THE GODS' BEST GIFT OF ALL 7 c s A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP n^ X X i—* He that has no friend and no enemy is one of the vulgar, and without talents, power, or energy. — lavater 8 d b A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP 3 zr FRIENDSHIP Oh, who will walk a mile with me, Along life's merry way? A comrade blithe and full of glee, Who dares to laugh out loud and free, And let his frolic fancy play, Like a happy child, through the flowers gay That fill the field and fringe the way, Where he walks a mile with me. And who will walk a mile with me, Along life's weary way? A friend whose heart has eyes to see The stars shine out o'er the darkening lea, And the quiet rest at the end of the day — A friend who knows, and dares to say, The brave, sweet words that cheer the way Where he walks a mile with me. 9 d s A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP r M "17 j—l With such a comrade, such a friend, I fain would walk till journeys end, Through summer sunshines, winter rain, And then? Farewell, we shall meet again! —HENRY VAN DYKE Reprinted by permission from "Music and Other Poems." Copyright, 1904, by Charles Scribner's Sons. There is no folly equal to that of throwing away friendship in a world where friendship is so rare. — edward bulwer-lytton I have felt this blessing of being able to re- spond to new friendship very strongly lately, for I have lost many old and valued connections during this trying spring. I thank God far more earnestly for such blessings than for my daily bread, for friendship is the bread of the heart. —MARY RUSSELL MITFORD 10 , ■■*■ A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP J _ s , THE YEARS ARE ANGELS The years are angels that bring down from Heaven Gifts of the gods. What has the angel given Who last night vanished up the heavenly wall? He gave a friend — the gods' best gift of all. —RICHARD WATSON GILDER By permission of the author True happiness Consists not in the multitude of friends, But in their worth and choice. —BEN JONSON Thou mayest be sure that he who will in private tell thee of thy faults is thy friend, for he adventures thy dislike and doth hazard thy hatred. —sir Walter raleigh ii c jD A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP . — 1 > "-v ~r THE WISH Think of me as your friend, I pray, And call me by a tender name: I will not care what others say, If only you remain the same! I will not care how dark the night, I will not care how wild the storm: Your love will fill my heart with light, And shield me close, and keep me warm. Think of me as your friend, I pray, For else my life is little worth: So shall your memory light my way, Although we meet no more on earth: For while I know your faith secure, I ask no happier fate to see: Thus to be loved by one so pure Is honour rich enough for me. —WILLIAM WINTER 12 \ I A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP , — t A •JL "7" AS FOR ME, I HAVE A FRIEND Let the sower scatter seed Where the crumbling furrows blend; Let the churchman praise his creed The beginning and the end; As for me, I have a friend. Does the sun forget to shine And the wind blow sere and chill? Does the cluster leave the vine, And the ice begird the rill? I shall rest contented still. Must the rose be stripped of leaf When the waning June has passed? Shall an autumn voice its grief In the lorn November blast? What of that, a friend will last. 13 r s A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP . i 1— X Why should I, then, make complaint To the days that round me roll? She my missal is, and saint, Clad in womanhood's white stole, She, the keeper of my soul. Not love's chalice to my lips, Not that bitter draught she brings, Which as Hybla's honey drips And like bosomed asp-worm stings, No! she tells of happier things. Simple friendship, just that much To enfold me as a strand Of her hair might; and the touch Of a gracious, welcoming hand That I grasp, and understand. 14 H A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP Let death ope or lock his gate Let the lilies break or bend, And the iron will of fate, Sorrows now or fortune send, As for me, I have a friend. —ERNEST McGAFFEY In love women exceed the generality of men, but in friendship we have the advantage. —JEAN DE LA BRUYERE If trust is the first requisite for making a friend, faithfulness is the first requisite for keep- ing him. There can never be true friendship without self-respect, and unless soul meets soul free from self-seeking. — hugh black 15 a 1 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP ^ s t - - J THE GIRDLE OF FRIENDSHIP She gathered at her slender waist The beauteous robe she wore; Its folds a golden belt embraced, One rose-hued gem it bore. The girdle shrank; its lessening round Still kept the shining gem, But now her flowing locks it bound, A lustrous diadem. And narrower still the circlet grew; Behold! a glittering band, Its roseate diamond set anew, Her neck's white column spanned. Suns rise and set; the straining clasp The shortened links resist, Yet flashes in a bracelet's grasp The diamond, on her wrist. 16 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP , — 1 1_ T At length, the round of changes past, The thieving years could bring, The jewel, glittering to the last, Still sparkles in a ring. So, link by link, our friendships part, So loosen, break and fall, A narrowing zone ; the loving heart Lives changeless through them all. —OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES My friends are my estate. Forgive me then the avarice to hoard them! They tell me those who were poor early have different views of gold. I don't know how that is. God is not so wary as we, else He would give us no friends, lest we forget Him! The charms of the heaven in the bush are superseded, I fear, by the heaven in the hand occasionally. _ EMiLy mCKINSON 17 r s , — L A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP M T FRIENDS We rode a day, from east, from west, To meet. A year had done its best, By absence, and by loss of speech, To put beyond the other's reach Each heart and life; but, drawing nigh, "Ah ! it is you !" "Yes, it is I !" We said; and love had been blasphemed And slain in each had either deemed Need of more words, or joy more plain When eyes had looked in eyes again: Ah friendship, stronger in thy might Than time and space, as faith than sight! Rich festival with thy red wine My friend and I will keep in courts divine! —HELEN HUNT JACKSON If you would have friends, be one. —ELBERT HUBBARD 18 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP L-, r- 1 FRIENDSHIP Friendship's an abstract of this noble flame, 'Tis love refined, and purged from all its dross, The next to angels' love, if not the same, As strong as passion is, though not so gross: It antedates a glad eternity, And is a heaven in epitome. Nobler than kindred, or than marriage-band, Because more free; wedlock-felicity Itself doth only by this union stand, And turns to friendship, or to misery. Force or design matches to pass may bring, But friendship doth from love and honor spring. Thick waters show no images of things; Friends are each other's mirrors, and should be Clearer than crystal or the mountain springs, And free from clouds, design, or flattery, 19 1 "1 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP , 1 J ~r V For vulgar souls no part of friendship share : Poets and friends are born to what they are. Absence doth not from friendship's right excuse Them who preserve each other's heart and fame, Parting can ne'er divide, it may diffuse; As a far, stretched-out river's still the same. Though presence helped them at the first to greet, Their souls now know without those aids to meet. Constant and solid, whom no storms can shake, Nor death unfix, a right friend ought to be; And if condemned to survive, doth make No second choice, but grief and memory. But friendship's best fate is, when it can spend A life, a fortune, all to serve a friend. — KATHERINE PHILIPS 20 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP —J J y JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE Green be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days! None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise. Tears fell, when thou wert dying, From eyes unused to weep, And long, where thou art lying, Will tears the cold turf steep. When hearts, whose truth was proven, Like thine, are laid in earth, There should a wreath be woven To tell the world their worth. And I, who woke each morrow To clasp thy hand in mine, Who shared thy joy and sorrow, Whose weal and woe were thine. 21 c A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP , — 1 3 X zr It should be mine to braid it Around thy faded brow, But I've in vain essayed it, And feel I cannot now. While memory bids me weep thee, Nor thoughts nor words are free, The grief is fixed too deeply That mourns a man like thee. — FITZ-GREENE HALLECK With regard to the choice of friends, there is little to say; for a friend is never chosen. A secret sympathy, the attraction of a thousand nameless qualities, a charm in the expression 'of the countenance, even in the voice or manner, a similarity of circumstances, — these are the things that begin attachment. — mrs. barbauld 22 1 1 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP FRIENDSHIP The human soul that crieth at thy gates, Of man or woman, alien or akin, 'Tis thine own Self that for admission waits — Rise, let it in. Bid not thy guest but sojourn and depart, Keep him, if so it may be, till the end, If thou have strength and purity of heart To be his friend. Not only, at bright morn, to wake his mind With noble thoughts, and send him forth with song, Nor only, when night falls, his wounds to bind; But all day long. To help with love, with labour, and with lore, To triumph when, by others' aid, he wins, 23 1 1 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP I 1 ;..,._ 7" X zr To carry all his sorrows, and yet more — To bear his sins. To keep a second conscience in thine own, Which suffers wound on wound, yet strongly lives, Which takes no bribe of tender look or tone, And yet forgives. But, should some mortal vileness blast with death Thy love for comrade, leader, kinsman, wife — Seek no elixir to restore false breath, And loathsome life. Thy love is slain — thou canst not make it whole With all thy store of wine, and oil, and bread : Some passions are but flesh — thine had a soul, And that is dead. —CONSTANCE C. W. NADEN 2 4 I A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP J \ \— ^ IN PRAISE OF FRIENDS 25 d p A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP r~ v / When you make a new friend, think of the future enemy who is already in him. —SCHOPENHAUER 26 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP ( b QUA CURSUM VENTUS As shipsj becalmed at eve, that lay With canvas drooping, side by side, Two towers of sail, at dawn of day Are scarce, long leagues apart, descried: When fell the night, upsprung the breeze, And all the darkling hours they plied; Nor dreamt but each the self-same seas By each was cleaving, side by side. E'en so — but why the tale reveal Of those whom, year by year unchanged, Brief absence joined anew to feel, Astounded, soul from soul estranged? At dead of night their sails were filled, And onward each rejoicing steered; Ah, neither blame, for neither willed Or wist what first with dawn appeared. 27 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP ^ V To veer, how vain! On, onward strain, Brave barks! In light, in darkness, too! Through winds and tides one compass guides — To that and your own selves be true. But O blithe breeze ! and great seas ! Though ne'er, that earliest parting past, On your wide plain they join again, Together lead them home at last. One port, methought, alike they sought, One purpose hold where'er they fare ; O bounding breeze, O rushing seas, At last, at last, unite them there! —ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH Friendship needs to be rooted in respect, but love can live upon itself alone. — ouida 28 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP zr FEAST OF ALL SOULS Oft may the spirits of the dead descend To watch the silent slumbers of a friend; To hover round his evening-walk unseen, And hold sweet converse on the dusky green; To hail the spot where once their friendship grew, And heaven and nature opened to their view! Oft, when he trims his cheerful hearth, and sees A smiling circle, emulous to please, There may these gentle guests delight to dwell, And bless the scene they loved in life so well! —SAMUEL ROGERS When our friends have deceived us, we owe them but indifference to the tokens of their friendship; yet for their misfortunes we always owe them pity. —FRANCOIS DE LA ROCHEFOUCAULD 29 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP x: T WIDOW BEDOTT TO ELDER SNIFFLES O Reverend sir, I do declare It drives me most to frenzy, To think of you a-lying there Down sick with influenzy. A body'd thought it was enough To mourn your wife's departer, Without sich trouble as this 'ere To come a-follerin' arter. But sickness and affliction Are sent by a wise creation, And always ought to be underwent By patience and resignation. O, I could to your bedside fly, And wipe your weeping eyes, And do my best to cure you up, If't wouldn't create surprise. 30 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP , .. ...... _^ It's a world of trouble we tarry in, But, Elder, don't despair; That you may soon be movin' again Is constantly my prayer. Both sick and well, you may depend You'll never be forgot By your faithful and affectionate friend, Priscilla Pool Bedott. —FRANCES MIRIAM WHITCHER He surely has no future who is without friends to share it with him, and is wasting an existence meant to give him assurance. With this sentiment there comes every felicity into the breasts of those who partake of it. How large the dividend of delight ! how diffusive ! We are the richer for every outlay. —A. BRONSON ALCOTT 31 1 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP -7 X Zr FRIENDS How often, when life's summer day Is waning, and its sun descends, Wisdom drives laughing wit away, And lovers shrivel into friends! —WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR There are few things in which we deceive ourselves more than in the esteem we profess to entertain for our friends. It is little better than quackery. The truth is, we think of them as we please — that is, as they please or displease us. As long as we are in good-humor with them, we see nothing but their good qualities; but no sooner do they offend us than we rip up all their bad ones (which we before made a secret of even to ourselves) with double malice. —WILLIAM HAZLITT 32 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP \ J ~7" THE NAME OF FRIEND It is a name Virtue can only answer to: could'st thou Unite into one all goodness whatsoe'er Mortality can boast of, thou shalt find The circle narrow-bounded to contain This swelling treasure; every good admits Degrees, but this being so good, it cannot; For he's no friend who is not superlative. Indulgent parent, brethren, kindred, tied By the natural flow of blood, alliances, And what you can imagine, is too light To weigh with name of friend: they execute At best but what a nature prompts them to: Are often less than friends when they remain Our kinsmen still: but friend is never lost. —JAMES SHIRLEY 33 r "-J ■ i A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP ^ T- — r SUNG TO A FRIEND The tide is rising, rising Out of the infinite sea; From ripple, to wave, to billow, Past beryl and gold and crimson, A prism of perfect splendor; What shall the white surf be? The sacred tide is rising, Rising for you and me. Defiant across the breaker, Wave unto wave must answer, The sea to the shore will follow; When shall the great flood be? The tide must turn falling, falling Back to the awful sea. Thus far shalt thou go, no farther. The color sinks to the shadow, 34 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP _i j— zr The paean sobs into silence, Where shall the ebb-line be? By the weeds left blazing, beating Like heart-throbs of the sea, By the law of the land and the ocean, By the Hand that holdeth the torrent, I summon the tide eternal To flow for you and me ! —ELIZABETH STUART PHELPS Pity and friendship are passions incompati- ble with each other; and it is impossible that both can reside in any breast, for the smallest space, without impairing each other. Friend- ship is made up of esteem and pleasure; pity is composed of sorrow and contempt; the mind may, for some time, fluctuate between them, but it can never entertain both at once. —OLIVER GOLDSMITH 35 r A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP J X T EARLY FRIENDSHIP The half-seen memories of childish days, When pains and pleasures lightly came and went; The sympathies of boyhood rashly spent In fearful wanderings through forbidden ways ; The vague, but manly wish to tread the maze Of life to noble ends, — whereon intent, Asking to know for what man here is sent, The bravest heart must often pause, and gaze; The firm resolve to seek the chosen end Of manhood's judgment, cautious and mature, — Each of these viewless bonds binds friend to friend With strength no selfish purpose can secure: My happy lot is this, that all attend That friendship which first came, and which shall last endure. —AUBREY DE VERE 36 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP 7" THE GOOD GREAT MAN How seldom, friend, a good great man inherits Honor and wealth, with all his worth and pains ! It seems a story from the world of spirits When any man obtains that which he merits, Or any merits that which he obtains. For shame, my friend ! renounce this idle strain ! What wouldst thou have a good great man ob- tain? Wealth, title, dignity, a golden chain, Or heap of corses which his sword hath slain? Goodness and greatness are not means, but ends. Hath he not always treasures, always friends, — The good great man? Three treasures, — love, and light, And calm thoughts, equable as infant's breath ; 37 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP n x And three fast friends, more sure than day or night, — Himself, his Maker, and the angel Death. —SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE We speak of "choosing" friends, of "mak- ing" friends, of "keeping" or of "giving up" friends; and if such terms were wholly true, the old advice were good: In friend-making first consult the gods! Jesus, it is said, prayed all the night before He chose His twelve. But the words are not all true; friendship is at most but half "made," the other half is born. What we can chiefly "choose" and "make" is, not the friend, but opportunity for contact. When the contact happens, something higher than our will chooses for us. — william c. gannett 38 c p A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP , i b THE ROYAL GUEST They tell me I am shrewd with other men ; With thee I'm slow, and difficult of speech. With others I may guide the car of talk: Thou wing'st it oft to realms beyond my reach. If other guests should come, I'd deck my hair, And choose my newest garment from the shelf ; When thou art bidden, I would clothe my heart With holiest purpose, as for God himself. For them I while the hours with tale or song, Or web of fancy, fringed with careless rhyme ; But how to find a fitting lay for thee, Who hast the harmonies of every time? O friend beloved! I sit apart and dumb, — Sometimes in sorrow, oft in joy divine; My lip will falter, but my prisoned heart Springs forth to measure its faint pulse with thine. 39 1 "1 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP . 1 \ X T Thou art to me most like a royal guest, Whose travels bring him to some lowly roof, Where simple rustics spread their festal fare, And blushing, own it is not good enough. Bethink thee, then, whene'er thou com'st to me, From high emprise and noble toil to rest, My thoughts are weak and trivial, matched with thine ; But the poor mansion offers thee its best. —JULIA WARD HOWE There must be in friendship something to distinguish it from a companion and a country- man, from a schoolfellow or a gossip, from a sweetheart or a fellow-traveller: friendship may look in at any one of these doors, but it stays not anywhere till it come to be the best thing in the world. —JEREMY TAYLOR 40 1 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP , i J pr FRIENDS I Guardian Angel! Patron Saint! You, who have cared for me: You, who have borne with all my plaints So patiently! 1 ask but one thing now: I pray, God grant through you, each friend Be mine within Eternal Day, World without end. II Poor powerless Sorrow ! Helpless Death ! Think they to worst me in the end? Come when they will, my Faith still saith: I face them with a single friend. 4i r l , i A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP X 1- =_) Were I alone, I could not fight The imperious Powers: I should but fear, And tremble in the lonely night, With never a friend of all friends near. But in the eyes of every friend, Voice, or the holding of his hand, I learn, how love can never end: Oh, Heart of God! I understand. Ill The haunting hopes, the perfect dreams, The visionary joys, that fill Mine heart with sudden gracious gleams: Through friendship they grow clearer still. Each friend possesses, each betrays, Some secret of the eternal things: Each one has walked celestial ways, And held celestial communings. 42 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP __1 J T ■T The smiles upon their lips are bright With beauty from the Face of God: Their eyes keep something of that Light, Which knows nor pause, nor period. IV O Patron Saints of all my friends! Guardian Angels of them all! With them begins, with them still ends, My prayer's most passionate call. You know my voice: you know their names, That wing so its least selfish tone Across your white celestial flames, And up to the White Throne. Heaven were not Heaven, and they not there; Heaven were not Heaven, my friends away: O. Saints and Angels! hear the prayer, 1 pray you every day. v J * J J —LIONEL JOHNSON 43 1 1 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP , — i. T ^ ~r FRIENDS Friends . . old friends . . . One sees how it ends. A woman looks ■ Or a man tells lies, And the pleasant brooks And the quiet skies, Ruined with brawling And caterwauling, Enchant no more As they did before. And so it ends with friends. Friends . . old friends . . «, And what if it ends? Shall we dare to shirk What we live to learn? It has done its work, It has served its turn; 44 1 1 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP _l 1_ j And, forgive and forget Or hanker and fret, We can be no more As we were before. When it ends, it ends With friends. Friends . . old friends . . . So it breaks, so it ends. There let it rest! It has fought and won, And is still the best That either has done. Each as he stands The work of its hands, Which shall be more As he was before? . . . What is it ends with friends? —WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY 45 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP X It 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 If we would build on a sure foundation in friendship, we must love our friends for their sakes rather than for our own. —CHARLOTTE BRONTE Friendship takes place between those who have an affinity for one another, and is a per- fectly natural and inevitable result. No pro- fessions nor advances will avail. —DAVID HENRY THOREAU 46 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP FRIENDSHIP'S LARGESS 47 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP ^ ^ s u ~* Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friend. —THE BIBLE 4 8 c: 4 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP t ^ xl T A LIFE'S LOVE I loved him in my dawning years — Far years, divinely dim; My blithest smiles, my saddest tears, Were evermore for him. My dreaming when the day began, The latest thought I had, Was still some little loving plan To make my darling glad. They deemed he lacked the conquering wiles, That other children wear; To me his face, in frowns or smiles, Was never aught but fair. They said that self was all his goal, He knew no thought beyond; To me, I know, no living soul Was half so true and fond. 49 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP d. \ In love's eclipse, in friendship's dearth, In grief and feud and bale, My heart has learnt the sacred worth Of one that cannot fail; And come what must, and come what may, Nor power, nor praise, nor pelf, Shall lure my faith from thee to stray, My sweet, my own — Myself. —ANONYMOUS There are three friendships which are ad- vantageous, and three which are injurious: Friendship with the upright, friendship with the sincere, and friendship with the man of much observation; these are advantageous. Friend- ship with the man of specious airs, friendship with the insinuatingly soft, and friendship with the glib-tongued ; these are injurious. —CONFUCIUS 50 H p A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP — i — u. LARGESS Go forth in life, oh friend, not seeking love; A mendicant that with imploring eye And outstretched hand asks of the passer-by The alms his strong necessities may move. For such poor love, to pity near allied, Thy generous spirit should not stoop and wait, A suppliant, whose prayer may be denied, Like a spurned beggar's at a palace gate. But thy heart's affluence lavish uncontrolled; The largess of thy love give full and free, As monarchs in their progress scatter gold; And be thy heart like the exhaustless sea That must its wealth of cloud and dew bestow Through tributary streams or ebb or flow. —ANNE C. L. BOTTA Friendship is the greatest luxury of life. —EDWARD EVERETT HALE 51 1 1 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP -7* X -*r — r GIVE FREELY TO THE FRIEND THOU HAST Give freely to the friend thou hast; Unto thyself thou givest: On barren soil thou canst not cast, For by his life thou livest. Nay, this alone doth trouble me — That I should still be giving Through him unto myself, when he Is love within me living. I fain would give to him alone, Nor let him guess the giver; Like dews that drop on hills unknown, To feed a lordly river. —JOHN ADDINGTON SYMONDS 52 1 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP -7 V . ONE IN A THOUSAND He may have faults; and bad ones, too; He may not be our peer; But old regime or parvenu, We hold his presence dear: And when he's dead and passed away, His virtues will survive — God bless the friend, who's prompt to lend His quick and ready "five !" With thankful words we clasp his hand; Delighted through and through; As with a smile serene and bland, He scorns our I. O. U. "Oh, no, my boy, your word's enough!" Our drooping hopes revive — God bless the friend, who's prompt to lend His quick and ready "five!" 53 d r ' A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP i A~ y It's not the sordid paltry coin, It is the pleasing sense That here, at least, two spirits join In tender confidence. We know he'll "part:" he knows we'll pay, "As sure as we're alive!" God bless the friend, who's prompt to lend His quick and ready "five!" —HARRY ROMAINE How were Friendship possible? In mutual devotedness to the Good and True: otherwise impossible, except as Armed Neutrality, or hol- low Commercial League. A man, be the Heav- ens ever praised, is sufficient 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. — thomas carlyle 54 1 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP ~r LIKE THE NEW FRIENDS BEST Don't talk to me of old-time friends, But jes' give me the new. The old friends may be good enough, But somehow they won't do. I don't care for their old-time ways; Their questions you'll allow Are soulless as a parrot's gab: — "Well, what you up to now?" That's one thing I've agin 'em, 'Course that with all the rest, Like hintin' 'bout some old-time debt; I like my new friends best. I meet an old friend in the street, As oftentimes I do, Mechanically he stops to shake An' say: "Well, how are you?" Then drawin' down his face, as if 55 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP I J X. zr His cheeks was filled with lead, He says: "I s'pose you've heard the news?" "No!" "Eli Stubbs is dead. An' 'fore he died he ast for you — Seemed sorry you was gone, An' said 'at what he'd let you have He hoped would help you on." Now that's why I don't like 'em much, You prob'bly might have guessed. I ain't got much agin 'em, but I like the new friends best. Old friends are most too homelike now, They know your age, and when You got expelled from school, and lots Of other things, an' then They 'member when you shivered The town an' broke the lights Out of the school 'nen run away 56 \ 1 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP V. / i \ An' played "Hunt Cole" out nights. They 'member when you played around Your dear old mommy's knee; It's them can tell the very date That you got on a spree. I don't like to forget 'em, yet If put right to the test Of hankerin' right now for 'em, I like the new friends best. —BEN F. KING By permission of Forbes & Company. There is nothing else so attractive in friend- ship as the service it implies. If man or woman ministers to our substance or conceit, such a one is precious. We cool toward one whose help we no longer need — unless we are politic enough to look forward to contingencies, or weak enough to remember benefits. —CHARLES GOODRICH WHITING 57 d A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP — 1 —i s x FRIEND AND LOVER When Psyche's friend becomes her lover, How sweetly these conditions blend! But, oh, what anguish to discover Her lover has become — her friend! —MARY AIGNE DE VERE There 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 preserves a lock of 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 sets no value on such little things, trifles they may be; but it is by such that char- acter and disposition are oftenest revealed. —WASHINGTON IRVING 58 c I A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP DOLCE FAR NIENTE My friend, my chum, my trusty crony ! We are designed, it seems to me, To be two happy lazzaroni, On sunshine fed, and macaroni, Far off by some Sicilian sea. From dawn to eve in the happy land, No duty on us but to lie — Straw-hatted on the shining sand, With bronzing chest and arm and hand — Beneath the blue Italian sky. There, with the mountains idly glassing Their purple splendors in the sea— To watch the white-winged vessels passing (Fortunes for busier fools amassing), This were a heaven to you and me. 59 1 1 „ 1 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP _j V t: — r Our meerschaums coloring cloudy brown, Two young girls coloring with a blush, The blue waves with a silver crown, The mountain shadows dropping down, And all the air in perfect hush. Thus should we lie in the happy land, Nor fame, nor power, nor fortune miss; Straw-hatted on the shining sand, With bronzing chest and arm and hand, — Two loafers couched in perfect bliss. —ANONYMOUS Some of the firmest friendships have been contracted between persons of different disposi- tions, the mind being often pleased with those perfections which are new to it, and which it does not find among its own accomplishments. — BUDGELL 60 I 1 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP n ^r ~r COMMEND ME TO THAT GENEROUS HEART Commend me to that generous heart Which, like the pine on high, Uplifts the same unvarying brow To every change of sky; Whose friendship does not fade away When wintry tempests blow, But, like the winter's icy crown, Looks greener through the snow. —ANONYMOUS A generous friendship no cold medium knows, Burns with one love, with one resentment glows. —ALEXANDER POPE Friendships are built on an understanding, while enmities are simply a lack of understand- ing. —ELBERT HUBBARD 6l A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP ^c y THE MEMORY OF THE HEART If stores of dry and learned lore we gain, We keep them in the memory of the brain; Names, things, and facts, — whate'er we knowl- edge call, — There is the common ledger for them all; And images on this cold surface traced Make slight impression, and are soon effaced. But we've a page more glowing and more bright, On which our friendship and our love to write ; That these may never from the soul depart, We trust them to the memory of the heart. There is no dimming, no effacement there; Each new pulsation keeps the record clear; Warm, golden letters all the tablet fill, Nor lose their lustre till the heart stands still. —DANIEL WEBSTER 62 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP , t Ji 1— V < BEREAVEMENT I loved him as we only love one friend. Through life we walked, in all things side by side. He shared with all men both their joy and care; And living so, he died: Like common mortals, met the common end. The world has lost a man it ill could spare; And I have lost a friend. —JAMES G. BURNETT Friendship is a word, the very sight of which in print makes the heart warm. —AUGUSTINE BIRRELL Friendship that flows from the heart can- not be frozen by adversity, as the water that flows from the spring cannot congeal in winter. —J. FENIMORE COOPER 63 c A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP p , ( J X s^ -/ A FRIEND NO MORE We have been friends until to-night; For years we have been friends; Sweet were the days and swift their flight, But now that friendship ends. 'Tis gone ! Let not a tear-drop roll, — 'Tis gone, though born above . . . No more my friend, but, by my soul Thou shalt be now my love! —LLOYD MIFFLIN There is in friendship something of all rela- tions, and something above them all. It is the golden thread that ties the hearts of all the WOr ^' —JOHN EVELYN 64 L, p A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP . v / AULD LANG SYNE 65 c A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP .r^ X We were friends from the first moment ; sin- cere attachment began at the beginning. —JOSEPH JEFFERSON 66 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP X s BEN BOLT Oh! don't you remember sweet Alice, Ben Bolt, Sweet Alice whose hair was so brown, Who wept with delight when you gave her a smile, And trembled with fear at your frown? In the old church-yard in the valley, Ben Bolt, In a corner obscure and alone; They have fitted a slab of the granite so gray, And sweet Alice lies under the stone. Under the hickory tree, Ben Bolt, Which stood at the foot of the hill, Together we've lain in the noon-day shade, And listened to Appleton's mill. The mill-wheel has fallen to pieces, Ben Bolt, The rafters have tumbled in, [gaze, And a quiet that crawls round the walls as you Has followed the olden din. 67 c. t_l A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP r= X ir .1 And don't you remember the school, Ben Bolt, With the master so kind and so true, And the shaded nook by the running brook, Where the fairest wild-flowers grew? Grass grows on the master's grave, Ben Bolt, The spring of the brook is dry, And of all the boys who were schoolmates then, There are only you and I. There is change in the things I loved, Ben Bolt, They have changed from the old to the new, But I feel in the depths of my spirit the truth, There never was change in you. Twelve months, twenty have passed, Ben Bolt, Since first we were friends — yet I hail Thy presence a blessing, thy friendship a truth, Ben Bolt of the salt sea gale. —THOMAS DUNN ENGLISH 68 1 J A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP ~r tl v / BILL AND JOE Come, dear old comrade, you and I Will steal an hour from days gone by, — The shining days when life was new, And all was bright as morning dew, — The lusty days of long ago, When you were Bill and I was Joe. Your name may flaunt a titled trail, Proud as a cockerel's rainbow tail; And mine as brief appendix wear As Tarn O'Shanter's luckless mare; To-day, old friend, remember still That I am Joe and you are Bill. You've won the great world's envied prize, And grand you look in people's eyes With HON. and L L. D. In big brave letters, fair to see, — 69 q A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP , t J— ^1 y* Your fist, old fellow! off they go! How are you, Bill? How are you, Joe? You've worn the judge's ermined robe; You've taught your name to half the globe ; You've sung mankind a deathless strain; You've made the dead past live again: The world may call you what it will, But you and I are Joe and Bill. The chaffing young folks stare and say, "See those old buffers, bent and gray; They talk like fellows in their teens! Mad, poor old boys ! That's what it means, And shake their heads ; they little know The throbbing hearts of Bill and Joe! How Bill forgets his hour of pride, While Joe sits smiling at his side; How Joe, in spite of time's disguise, 7o A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP J± \ / Finds the old schoolmate in his eyes, — Those calm, stern eyes that melt and fill As Joe looks fondly up at Bill. Ah, pensive scholar, what is fame? A fitful tongue of leaping flame; A giddy whirlwind's fickle gust, That lifts a pinch of mortal dust: A few swift years, and who can show Which dust was Bill, and which was Joe? The weary idol takes his stand, Holds out his bruised and aching hand, While gaping thousands come and go, — How vain it seems, this empty show! Till all at once his pulses thrill, 'Tis poor old Joe's "God bless you, Bill!" And shall we breathe in happier spheres The names that pleased our mortal ears, — 7i c ■3 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP —-L \ , X zr In some sweet lull of harp and song, For earth-born spirits none too long, — Just whispering of the world below, Where this was Bill, and that was Joe? No matter; while our home is here No sounding name is half so dear; When fades at length our lingering day, Who cares what pompous tombstones say? Read on the hearts that love us still, Hie jacet Joe. Hie jacet Bill. —OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES Esteem of great powers, or amiable qualities newly discovered, may embroider a day or week, but a friendship of twenty years is interwoven with the texture of life. A friend may be found and lost, but an old friend never can be found, and nature has provided that he cannot easily be lost. —SAMUEL JOHNSON 72 \ A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP ^ TO AN OLD FRIEND A kindred taste in books — the better kind, A love for humor — of an honest vein, A turn for talk, for verses, and a strain Of Scottish blood ; last, but not least to mind, A joy in vain debate; all these combined Have made us young together — spite the score Of years you rank me, and the little more Of gray above a brow no deeper lined. But to keep young together — how solve this? Who reads the riddle never need grow old: To leave the heart unlocked, that naught in vain, So it be worthy — yes, though it be pain — Shall seek the door : old friend, I cannot miss The simple answer, by your own life told! —ROBERT CAMERON ROGERS 73 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP J= i v •"" ■"■ I HAD A FRIEND I had a friend; — in happy hour We vowed beneath the almond flower To tread one path; — there came a day (Was the fault mine?) — he missed the way. Ah, well-a-day! I had a friend; — 'neath cloudy skies I saw the sunshine in his eyes And deemed it constant; — came a night (Was the fault his?) — the dark was light To the eyes' night. I had a friend; — his heart was pure, Strong was his arm, his spirit sure; We loved as friends do; — well-a-day! I only know — we missed the way. Whose fault, I pray? —GRACE ELLERY CHANNING 74 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP 7" «-, ■zr SONNET When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste : Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow, For precious friends hid in death's dateless night, And weep afresh love's long-since cancell'd woe, And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight: Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I now pay as if not paid before: But if the while I think of thee, dear friend, All losses are restored, and sorrows end. —SHAKESPEARE 75 c l A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP ( J — ~r X OLD COMRADES Dear old comrades, gone forever, With your wealth of brilliant fun, All of you so bright and clever, How I loved you every one! Here are two remembered faces, In my album, old and worn; As I gaze fond memory paces Over life's bright early morn. This one with his chin all hairless, That with quite a Rabbi's growth; Such companions, cheerful, careless, How I dearly loved them both! O! those pleasant days long vanished, Passed away I know not how! Like an exile I am banished To the gloomy land called "Now." 76 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP Then with mirth our eyes would glisten As the chimes at midnight rang; Now I often toss, and listen To those chimes with many a pang. We were very far from wealthy, Save in song and fancies bright; What cared we — young, hopeful, healthy — That our purses might be light? Maidens then smiled sweetly on us, Kissed us — what divinest bliss! Is there aught in wealth and honours Equal to a woman's kiss? On my head the grey is scattered — Once an auburn richly deep — And my smooth face worn and battered, And my friends gone — I could weep. 77 r s ■ i A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP ~r AT zr Well! 'tis useless this repining, Baneful all this weight of thought; Now, as 'tis the hour of dining, Let me broach the crusted port. Almost run the weary race is, Dim and dimmer grows the light, Close the album with those faces, Fare-thee-well, old friends — Good-night! —ARTHUR PATCHETT MARTIN The comfort of having a friend may be taken away, but not that of having had one. —SENECA The place where two friends first met is sacred to them all through their friendship, all the more sacred as their friendship deepens and grOWS Old. —PHILLIPS BROOKS 78 1 1 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP T SPARKLING AND BRIGHT Sparkling and bright in liquid light, Does the wine our goblets gleam in; With hue as red as the rosy bed Which a bee would choose to dream in. Then fill to-night, with hearts as light, To loves as gay and fleeting As bubbles that swim on the beaker's brim, And break on the lips while meeting. Oh! if Mirth might arrest the flight Of Time through Life's dominions, We here a while would now beguile The graybeard of his pinions, To drink to-night, with hearts as light, To loves as gay and fleeting As bubbles that swim on the beaker's brim, And break on the lips while meeting. 79 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP v.. But since Delight can't tempt the wight, Nor fond Regret delay him, Nor Love himself can hold the elf, Nor sober Friendship stay him, We'll drink to-night, with hearts as light, To loves as gay and fleeting As bubbles that swim on the beaker's brim, And break on the lips while meeting. —CHARLES FENNO HOFFMAN There is a magic in the memory of school- boy friendships; it softens the heart, and even affects the nervous system of those who have no hearts. —benjamin disraeli There is friendship as well as love at first sight, but it is rare. — KATHERINE E. CONWAY 80 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP X. ~T WE HAVE BEEN FRIENDS TOGETHER We have been friends together In sunshine and in shade, Since first beneath the chestnut-tree In infancy we played. But coldness dwells within thy heart, A cloud is on thy brow; We have been friends together, Shall a light word part us now? We have been gay together; We have laughed at little jests; For the fount of hope was gushing Warm and joyous in our breasts. But laughter now hath fled thy lip, And sullen glooms thy brow; We have been gay together, Shall a light word part us now? 81 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP £ X We have been sad together; We have wept with bitter tears , O'er the grass-grown graves where slumbered The hopes of early years. The voices which were silent then Would bid thee clear thy brow; We have been sad together, Shall a light word part us now? —CAROLINE ELIZABETH SARAH NORTON We ought never to contract friendship but with a degree of folly which we can deceive, for I hope my friends will pardon me when I de- clare I know none of them without a fault, and I should be sorry if I could imagine I had any friend who could not see mine. Forgiveness of this kind we give and demand in turn. It is an exercise of friendship, and perhaps none of the least pleasant. —henry fielding 82 c_ 1 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP -J n L-j —r THE FIRE OF DRIFT-WOOD We sat within the farm-house old, Whose windows, looking o'er the bay, Gave to the sea-breeze, damp and cold, An easy entrance, night and day. Not far away we saw the port, The strange, old-fashioned, silent town, The light-house, the dismantled fort, The wooden houses, quaint and brown. We sat and talked until the night, Descending, filled the little room; Our faces faded from the sight, Our voices only broke the gloom. We spake of many a vanished scene, Of what we once had thought and said, Of what had been, and might have been, And who was changed, and who was dead. 83 , i A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP J zr X n And all that fills the hearts of friends, When first they feel, with secret pain, Their lives thenceforth have separate ends, And never can be one again. The first slight swerving of the heart, That words are powerless to express, And leave it still unsaid in part, Or say it in too great excess. The very tones in which we spake Had something strange, I could but mark; The leaves of memory seemed to make A mournful rustling in the dark. Oft died the words upon our lips, As suddenly, from out the fire Built of the wreck of stranded ships, The flames would leap and then expire. 84 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP zr zr And, as their splendor flashed and failed, We thought of wrecks upon the main, Of ships dismasted, that were hailed, And sent no answer back again. The windows, rattling in their frames, The ocean roaring up the beach, The gusty blast, the bickering flames, All mingled vaguely in our speech. Until they made themselves a part Of fancies floating through the brain, The long-lost ventures of the heart, That send no answers back again. Oh flames that glowed ! Oh hearts that yearned ! They were indeed too much akin; The drift-wood fire without that burned, The thoughts that burned and glowed within. —HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW 85 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP ^v p- A LEGACY Friend of my many years! When the great silence falls, at last, on me, Let me not leave, to pain and sadden thee, A memory of tears, But pleasant thoughts alone Of one who was thy friendship's honored guest And drank the wine of consolation pressed From sorrows of thy own. I leave with thee a sense Of hands upheld and trials rendered less — The unselfish joy which is to helpfulness Its own great recompense. The knowledge that from thine, As from the garments of the Master, stole Calmness and strength, and virtue which makes whole And heals without a sign. 86 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP n r- 1 Yea more, the assurance strong That love, which fails of perfect utterance here, Lives on to fill the heavenly atmosphere With its immortal song. —JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER Cultivate, kindly reader, those friendships of your youth; it is only in that generous time that they are formed. How different the inti- macies of after days are, and how much weaker the grasp of your own hand after it has been shaken in twenty years' commerce with the world, and has squeezed and dropped a thou- sand equally careless palms. As you can sel- dom fashion your tongue to speak a new lan- guage after twenty, the heart refuses to receive friendships pretty soon; it gets too hard to yield to the impression. —WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY 87 1 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP r— J J zr X T MY DEAD FRIEND Adown the vale of Life together We walked in spring and winter weather, When days were dim, when days were bright; My friend of whom God's will bereft me, Whose kind, congenial spirit left me And went forth in the Unknown Night. I saw his step grow more invalid, I saw his cheek grow pallid — pallid, And wither like a dying rose; Until, at length, being all too weary For Life's rude scenes and places dreary, He bade farewell to friends and foes. This is his grave. The Spring with flowers Bestrews it in the morning hours, Her rarest roses o'er him bowed; And Summer pauses to deplore him, 88 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP v l. y And weeping Winter arches o'er him Her solemn drapery of cloud. He was not faultless. God, who gave him Life, and Christ, who died to save him, Sent Sorrow, wherewith he was tried; And if, as I who loved him name him, There should be heard a voice to blame him, May we not answer, "Christ hath died?" Ah, verily! ... I fancy often I see his kindly features soften, — I mark his melting eyes grow dim, While Hunger, with its pained appealing, Its want and woe and grief revealing, Stretched its imploring palms to him. He cannot answer now. He never, In all the dim, vast, deep Forever, 89 d p A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP x; Shall speak with human words again. He cannot hear the song-birds calling; He cannot feel the Spring dews falling, Nor sigh when Winter winds complain. Deep is his sleep. He would not waken Though earth were to her centre shaken By the loud thunders of a God. Though the strong sea, by tempest driven, With wailing waves rock earth and heaven, He would not answer from the sod. So be it, friend! A little while hence, And in the dear, deep, dreamless silence We too shall share thy couch of rest. When we have trod Life's pathways dreary, Kind Death will take the hands grown weary, And gently fold them o'er the breast. 90 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP T pi Sleep on, dear friend! No marble column Gleams in the lights and shadows solemn, Over the grasses on thy grave; But flowers bloom there — the roses love thee; And the tall oaks that tower above thee, Their broad, green banners o'er thee wave. Sleep, while the weary years are flying ; While men are born, while men are dying! Sleep on thy curtained couch of sod! Thine be the rest which Christ hath given, Thine be the Christian's hope of Heaven; Thine be the perfect peace of God! —FRANK L. STANTON He is happy that hath a true friend at his need; but he is more truly happy that hath no need of his friend. -Warwick 9i l A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP J ^r n p- AULD LANG SYNE Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to min'? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days of a' lang syne? For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne. We twa hae run about the braes, And pu'd the gowans fine; But we've wander'd mony a weary foot, Sin auld lang syne. For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne. 02 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP t J ~r 1L T= pr We twa hae paidl't i' the burn, From mornin' sun till dine; But seas between us braid hae roar'd, Sin auld lang syne. For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne. And here's a hand, my trusty fiere, And gi'es a hand o' thine; And we'll tak a right guid willie-waught, For auld lang syne. For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne. 93 r A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP b_ "T' X / •"" - ■ And surely ye'll be your pint stoup, And surely I'll be mine; And we'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne. For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne. —ROBERT BURNS In 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 sentiment, what is the word to which it would give utterance? A friend. —WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR 94 1 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP J zr BALLADE OF OLD DAYS There's a song in my heart for the days that are gone; O ! the merry, mad days of the yesternight, When we drank to success with our cares in pawn, When our purses were lean and our hearts were light — No regret for to-day, with to-morrow in sight, And no thought of to-morrow because 'twas to-day. Can you tell me, my friends, are we happy, quite, When our purses are fat and our hearts decay? They were careless old days, and they ended with dawn, And perhaps you remember, when panes were white 95 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP , — i \ ^ ~r With the snow that had drifted, when curtains were drawn, When our purses were lean and our hearts were light, That we caviled with Time, and denied him the right To remind us that hours were slipping away. Does the picture, my friends, our smug con- sciences smite, When our purses are fat and our hearts decay? Then a friend was a friend ; both the wit and the brawn Were at play in defence of a comrade's fight, And the song that we sang was the song of the swan, When our purses were lean and our hearts were light. 96 1 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP \ J p" O ! my friends of the past, are there any to-night Who would honor a friend without thinking of pay? Is there one of us left who would give of his might, When our purses are fat and our hearts decay? L'ENVOI There's a song in my heart that began its flight When our purses were lean and our hearts were light, But my muse is a-tremble, and says me nay — When our purses are fat and our hearts decay. — S. SCOTT STINSON Wish thy friend joy of his journey, but pray in secret that he have no joy, for then may he return quickly to thee. _ EGYPTIAN proverb 97 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP f J -r "V pr THE BALLAD OF BOUILLABAISSE A street there is in Paris famous, For which no rhyme our language yields, Rue Neuve des petits Champs its name is — The New Street of the Little Fields; And there's an inn, not rich and splendid, But still in comfortable case, The which in youth I oft attended, To eat a bowl of Bouillabaisse. This Bouillabaisse a noble dish is — A sort of soup, or broth, or brew, Or hotchpotch of all sorts of fishes, That Greenwich never could outdo; Green herbs, red peppers, mussels, saffron, Soles, onions, garlic, roach, and dace; All these you eat at Terre's tavern, In that one dish of Bouillabaisse. 98 1 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP i— zr zr Indeed, a rich and savory stew 'tis ; And true philosophers, methinks, Who love all sorts of natural beauties, Should love good victuals and good drinks. And Cordelier or Benedictine Might gladly, sure, his lot embrace, Nor find a fast-day too afflicting, Which served him up a Bouillabaisse. I wonder if the house still there is? Yes, here the lamp is as before; The smiling, red-cheeked ecaillere is Still opening oysters at the door. Is Terre still alive and able? I recollect his droll grimace; He'd come and smile before your table, And hoped you liked your Bouillabaisse. We enter; nothing's changed or older. "How's Monsieur Terre, waiter, pray?" 99 r s _-j A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP X The waiter stares and shrugs his shoulders; "Monsieur is dead this many a day." "It is the lot of saint and sinner. So honest Terre's run his race?" "What will Monsieur require for dinner?" "Say, do you still cook Bouillabaisse?" "Oh, oui, Monsieur," 's the waiter's answer; "Quel vin Monsieur desire-t-il?" "Tell me a good one." "That I can, sir; The Chambertin with yellow seal." "So Terre's gone," I say, and sink in My old accustomed corner-place; "He's done with feasting and with drinking, With Burgundy and Bouillabaisse." My old accustomed corner here is, The table still is in the nook; Ah! vanished many a busy year is, This well-known chair since last I took, ioo A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP AT ~r When first I saw ye, Cari luoghi, I'd scarce a beard upon my face, And now a grizzled, grim old fogy, I sit and wait for Bouillabaisse. Where are you, old companions trusty Of early days, here met to dine? Come, waiter! quick, a flagon crusty — I'll pledge them in the good old wine. The kind old voices and old faces My memory can quick retrace; Around the board they take their places, And share the wine and Bouillabaisse. There's Jack has made a wondrous marriage; There's laughing Tom is laughing yet; There's brave Augustus drives his carriage ; There's poor old Fred in the Gazette; On James's head the grass is growing; Good Lord! the world has wagged apace IOI r n A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP -L_ n; Since here we set the Claret flowing, And drank, and ate the Bouillabaisse. Ah me! how quick the days are flitting! I mind me of a time that's gone, When here I'd sit, as now I'm sitting, In this same place — but not alone. A fair young form was nestled near me, A dear, dear face looked fondly up, And sweetly spoke and smiled to cheer me. — There's no one now to share my cup. Fill up the lonely glass, and drain it In memory of dear old times. Welcome the wine, whate'er the seal is; And sit you down and say your grace With thankful heart, whate'er the meal is. — Here comes the smoking Bouillabaisse! —WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY 102 r~ 1 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP _i ^v T THE VALE OF AVOCA There is not in this wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet; O, the last ray of feeling and life must depart Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart ! Yet it was not that Nature had shed o'er the scene Her purest of crystal and brightest of green ; 'Twas not the soft magic of streamlet or hill, — O, no! it was something more exquisite still. 'Twas that friends, the beloved of my bosom, were near, Who made every dear scene of enchantment more dear, 103 r '-( - L A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP J — \ / - ' And who felt how the best charms of nature im- prove, When we see them reflected from looks that we love. Sweet Vale of Avoca! how calm could I rest In thy bosom of shade, with the friends I love best; Where the storms that we feel in this cold world should cease, And our hearts, like thy waters, be mingled in peace. —THOMAS MOORE Although a friend may remain faithful in misfortune, yet none but the very best and loftiest will remain faithful to us after our errors and our sins. _ F w FARRAR 104 c. .1 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP _i \ zr HAL AND HIS FRIENDS Hal had a plot of garden-ground, And when his work was done, He loved to sit beneath the trees, And watch the setting sun. And thither came the friends he loved, — 'Twas Tom, and Dick, and Ben; Quoth Hal, "We've oft been happy here, — And so we shall again! "No store have we of worldly wealth, But we are sages all; And if our fortunes are not great, Our wishes are but small. When we began to earn our bread, Our years were four and ten, And since that day we've paid our way, — And so we shall again! 105 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP T \ •- - ' "We never hide the truth we feel, To flatter rich or poor ; And stoutly bear, as men should do, The griefs we cannot cure. And if like others we have erred, Or stumbled now and then, We've always held our heads erect, And so we shall again! "With cheerful hearts we've plodded on, Through many a stormy day; Enjoyed the light, and loved the right, And plucked the flowers of May. We've done our best, and hoped the rest, Though poor, yet honest men; And always found our pathway clear, And so we shall again!" —CHARLES MACKAY 106 c 1 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP T 7" THE OLD FAMILIAR FACES I have had playmates, I have had companions, In my days of childhood, in my joyful school- days; All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. I have been laughing, I have been carousing, Drinking late, sitting late, with my bosom cro- nies; All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. I loved a love once, fairest among women; Closed are her doors on me, I must not see her; All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. I have a friend, a kinder friend has no man; Like an ingrate, I left my friend abruptly, Left him, to muse on the old familiar faces. 107 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP \T n Ghost-like I paced round the haunts of my child- hood. Earth seemed a desert I was bound to traverse, Seeking to find the old familiar faces. Friend of my bosom, thou more than a brother, Why wert thou not born in my father's dwell- ing? So might we talk of the old familiar faces — How some they have died, and some they have left me, And some are taken from me; all are departed, All, all are gone, the old familiar faces! —CHARLES LAMB There is nothing so great that I fear to do for my friend, nor nothing so small that I will disdain to do for him. __ SIR pHILIp SIDNEy 1 08 t 1 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP , L 1. zr GIVE ME THE OLD Old wine to Brink, old wood to burn, old books to read, and old friends to converse with. Old wine to drink! — Ay, give me the slippery juice That drippeth from the grape thrown loose Within the tun ; Plucked from beneath the cliff Of sunny-sided Teneriffe, And ripened 'neath the blink Of India's sun! Peat whiskey hot, Tempered with well-boiled water! These make the long night shorter, — Forgetting not Good stout old English porter. Old wood to burn! — Ay, bring the hill-side beech From where the owlets meet and screech, 109 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP X 7" And ravens croak; The crackling pine, and cedar sweet; Bring too a clump of fragrant peat, Dug 'neath the fern; The knotted oak, A faggot too, perhap Whose bright flame, dancing, winking, Shall light us at our drinking; While the oozing sap Shall make sweet music to our thinking. Old books to read! — Ay, bring those modes of wit, The brazen-clasped, the vellum writ, Time-honored tomes! The same my sire scanned before, The same my grandsire thumbed o'er, The same his sire from college bore, The well-earned meed Of Oxford's domes: ... "o 1 i A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP j 1_ Old Homer blind, Old Horace, rake Anacreon, by Old Tully, Plautus, Terence lie; Mort Arthur's olden minstrelsie, Quaint Burton, quainter Spencer, ay! And Gervase Markham's venerie — Nor leave behind Thy Holye Book by which we live and die. Old friends to talk!— Ay, bring those chosen few, The wise, the courtly, and the true, So rarely found; Him for my wine, him for my stud, Him for my easel, distich, bud In mountain walk! Bring Walter good: With soulful Fred; and learned Will, And thee, my alter ego (dearer still For every word.) —ROBERT HINCKLEY MESSINGER III c A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP _ 1 J__ ^ ' ■" FRIENDSHIP The richest yield of friendship Is trustfulness complete, Wherein is thought ne'er hidden In prudent, far retreat, But in the simple language Of loyal brotherhood It speaks in touch or glances So certain understood. —CAROLINE EDWARDS PRENTISS When it was suggested to John that he was being transcended by Jesus, his glad answer was : "He that hath the bride is the bridegroom: but the friend of the bridegroom, which standeth and heareth him, rejoiceth greatly because of the bridegroom's voice." — H. CLAY TRUMBULL 112 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP ^_ i THE WORTH OF FRIENDSHIP "3 c hi A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP r "I X zr He that will lose his friend for a jest, de- serves to die a beggar by the bargain. —THOMAS FULLER 114 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP ~r INDEBTEDNESS TO FRIENDSHIP Friendship! mysterious cement of the soul! Sweet'ner of life ! and solder of society ! I owe thee much. Thou hast deserv'd of me, Far, far beyond whatever I can pay: Oft have I proved the labours of thy love, And the warm efforts of thy gentle heart, Anxious to please. Oh, when my friend and I In some thick wood have wander'd heedless on, Hid from the vulgar eye, and sat us down Upon the sloping cowslip-covered bank, Where the pure limpid stream has slid along. In grateful errors through the underwood, Sweet murmuring, methought the shrill- tongued thrush Mended his song of love; the sooty blackbird Mellow'd his pipe, and sof ten'd every note ; "5 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP T j-J The eglantine smell'd sweeter, and the rose Assumed a dye more deep; whilst every flower Vied with his fellow-plant in luxury Of dress! Oh then the longest summer's day Seem'd too, too much in haste; still the full heart Had not imparted half : — 'tis happiness Too exquisite to last! —ROBERT BLAIR The best that we find in our travels is an honest friend. He is a fortunate voyager who finds many. We travel, indeed, to find them. They are the end and the reward of life. They keep us worthy of ourselves; and when we are alone, we are only nearer to the absent. —ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON 116 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP n zr FRIENDSHIP I were not worth you could I long for you; But should you come, you would find me ready. The lamp is lighted, the flame is steady: Over the strait I toss this song for you! —HELEN GRAY CONE Beware, therefore, now that you are coming into the world, of these proffered friendships. Receive them with great civility, but with great incredulity too; and pay them with compliments but not with confidence. Do not let your van- ity and self-love make you suppose that people become your friends at first sight, or even upon a short acquaintance. Real friendship is a slow grower, and never thrives unless ingrafted upon a stock of known and reciprocal merit. —LORD CHESTERFIELD 117 r ■ L A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP 1 X T" TT A FRIENDSHIP Small fellowship of daily commonplace We hold together, dear, constrained to go Diverging ways. Yet day by day I know My life is sweeter for thy life's sweet grace; And if we meet but for a moment's space, Thy touch, thy word, sets all the world aglow. Faith soars serener, haunting doubts shrink low Abashed before the sunshine of thy face. Nor press of crowd, nor waste of distance serves To part us. Every hush of evening brings Some hint of thee, true-hearted friend of mine ; And as the farther planet thrills and swerves When toward it through the darkness Saturn swings, Even so my spirit feels the spell of thine. —SOPHIE JEWETT (Ellen Burroughs) 118 1 1 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP U 1 FRIENDSHIP This earth, embossed with mountains, laced with streams, Starred with fair cities ringed about with towers, Whose face with hill and laughing valley gleams, Whose shadowy woods are full of tender flowers, The birds, the careless beasts beneath the moon, And that conceited race of feeble man, All hold their place by harmony, and soon Sans friendship would sink out of nature's plan. From manly friendship cities take their root, Their nurture and their life; from strife their death; Thro' civil jars they pant with heavy breath; So dangerous is division in the State! 119 1 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP ~r x: ■c _) In harmony the seeds of glory shoot, And peace at home makes little kingdoms great. — edmund gosse I hear it was charged against me that I sought to destroy institutions. But really I am neither for nor against institu- tions, (What indeed have I in common with them? or what with the destruction of them?) Only I will establish in the Manahatta and in every city of these States inland and sea- board, And in the fields and woods, and above every keel little or large that dents the water, Without edifices or rules or trustees or any argu- ment, The institution of the dear love of comrades. —WALT WHITMAN 1 20 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP , 1 X— . ' MY NEW FRIEND A shallow voice said, bitterly, "New friend!" As if the old alone were true, and, born Of sudden freak, the new deserved but scorn And deep distrust. If love could condescend, What scorn in turn! Do men old garments mend With new? And put the new wine, red at morn, Into the last year's bottles, thin and worn? But love and loving need not to defend Themselves. The new is older than the old ; And newest friend is oldest friend in this, That, waiting him, we longest grieved to miss One thing we sought. I think when I behold Full Heaven, I shall not say, "Why was this never told?" But, "Ah ! this is not new. From first I saw this bliss." —HELEN HUNT JACKSON 121 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP ■ — i l._ V EPITAPH ON A FRIEND Oh Friend ! forever loved, forever dear ! What fruitless tears have bathed thy honored bier! What sighs re-echoed to thy parting breath, Whilst thou wast struggling in the pangs of death ! Could tears retard the tyrant in his course; Could sighs avert his dart's relentless force; Could youth and virtue claim a short delay, Or beauty charm the spectre from his prey ; Thou still hadst lived to bless my aching sight, Thy comrade's honor and thy friend's delight If yet thy gentle spirit hover nigh The spot where now thy mouldering ashes lie, Here wilt thou read, recorded on my heart, A grief too deep to trust the sculptor's art. No marble marks thy couch of lowly sleep, 122 II 1 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP T But living statues there are seen to weep; Affliction's semblance bends not o'er thy tomb, Affliction's self deplores thy youthful doom. What though thy sire lament his failing line, A father's sorrows cannot equal mine! Though none, like thee, his dying hour will cheer, Yet other offspring soothe his anguish here: But, who with me shall hold thy former place? Thine image, what new friendship can efface? Ah, none! — a father's tears will cease to flow, Time will assuage an infant brother's woe; To all, save one, is consolation known, While solitary friendship sighs alone. —LORD BYRON 123 r i — i A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP J X FAITHFUL UNTO DEATH In the wise books of ancient lore we find, "Full many meet the gods, but few salute them." The sages knew that men are deaf and blind ; And who in modern days shall dare dispute them? But I, precious friend of many years, In the first moment of our casual meeting, I knew the visitant from loftier spheres; I recognized the god, and gave him greeting. Thank Heaven for that ! I knew you at a glance ; I did not need to test or try or doubt you; I read your birthright in your countenance; I saw the mystic halo shine about you. What though some eyes were blind, and could not see 124 / t A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP zr The light divine, nor note the crowning splen- dor? It was enough so true and great to be To those you loved, — so kindly, wise, and tender. Through all the years, whatever grief befell My life, whatever cruel pain assailed me, Your heart has been my sheltering citadel, Your tender, helpful love has never failed me. A faithful and unfailing comradeship, My stronghold in this world of evanescence, Consoling words, kind eyes, and smiling lip, — I found them all in your most gracious pres- ence. Had all the breathing world conspired to prove That you could wrong me, slight me, or de- ceive me, 125 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP xl Not all the world had made me doubt your love, Or wrong your utter truth. Dear ghost, be- lieve me! O friend most dear! my way is full of fears; To-day is dreary, and I dread to-morrow. How shall I bear the bleak and bitter years Which I must meet in loneliness and sorrow? How can I bear what I could not have borne Even when my heart was happier and younger, The memories which only make me mourn, The solitude, the spirit's thirst and hunger? Through these remaining days of mortal breath I can but weep you, miss you, and regret you, Knowing no solace but that after death My soul must either find you — or forget you! —ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN 126 1 1 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP s THE THREE SORTS OF FRIENDS Though friendships differ endless in degree, The sorts, methinks, may be reduced to three. Acquaintance many, and Conquaintance few; But for Inquaintance I know only two — The friends I've mourned with, and the maid I woo! "My dear Gillman — The ground and materiel of this division of one's friends into ac, con and inquaintance, was given by Hartley Coleridge when he was scarcely five years old (1801). On some one asking him if Anny Sealey (a little girl he went to school with) was an acquaintance of his, he replied, fervently pressing his right hand on his heart, 'No, she is an inquaintance!' "Well! 'tis a father's tale; and the recollec- tion soothes your old friend and inquaintance." — S. T. COLERIDGE 127 V s 1 I A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP J v A TRUE, TRUE FRIEND A true, true friend, O fortune, send, — A life to wreathe with mine, And though I flourish, break, or bend, Around me intertwine! 'Twere ill to prize false passion's sighs, The quiver of a leaf; Nor would I watch in many eyes For kindred love or grief. I cannot stand a passive hand, And hate a luring smile, — The friend grown cold as blackened brand, The foe that walks in guile! Where faces glow and glasses flow To manly pledges filled, The moments fall like flakes of snow, The morrow all is chilled. 128 c. p A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP r—L \ ^ y The boys I knew, and deemed so true, Have shut me from their souls; Those shrines love only enters to, And woman there controls. A true, true friend, fortune, send, — A life to wreathe with mine, And as I flourish, break, or bend, Around me intertwine! —JOSEPH O'CONNOR Because religion is the expression of man's profoundest nature, and friendship is the holiest out-going of the human heart, therefore a great religious movement is sure to have as its leader a man whom friendship inspires and impels. The head is never at its best unless swayed by the heart; and the heart is never swayed so power- fully as when swayed by friendship. — H. CLAY TRUMBULL 129 c p A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP f !■> X 7* FRIENDS O what were art if two might never look, Or glowing morn if none were ever nigh? O what were wine if only one partook Or music if it turned not eye to eye? O what were life unshared of others' woes; O what were death if it were not to part? What e'en the scented beauty of the rose Whose perfume breathes no message of the heart? All, all are one, as leaves that ripe and fall: In each we learn the part that is divine Till tottering age hath made us friend of all — Praise thee thy friend and thou art praising mine. —CHARLES D. STEWART 130 c 1 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP -1 — ^r zr OLD FRIENDS We just shake hands at meeting With many that come nigh; We nod the head in greeting To many that go by, — But welcome through the gateway Our few old friends and true; Then hearts leap up, and straightway There's open house for you, There's open house for you! Old Friends, The surface will be sparkling, Let but a sunbeam shine; Yet in the deep lies darkling, The true life of the wine ! The froth is for the many, The wine is for the few; 131 r s i i A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP J x: p Unseen, untoucht of any, We keep the best for you, Old Friends, The very best for you! The Many cannot know us; They only pace the strand Where at our worst we show us — The waters thick with sand! But out beyond the leaping Dim surge 'tis clear and blue; And there, Old Friends, we are keeping A sacred calm for you, Old Friends, A waiting calm for you. —GERALD MASSEY Friendship always benefits, while love some- times injures. — seneca 132 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP T V / i FOR THY GOOD CHEER 133 c p , i A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP j ■^r t= r-J The supreme happiness of life is the convic- tion of being loved for yourself, or, more cor- rectly, being loved in spite of yourself. —VICTOR HUGO 134 1 1 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP IT t FRIENDS The wintry sky may be chill and drear, And the wind go sighing in mournful strain, Or it may be the spring of the waking year, When flowers and birds return again. Be it March or May, it matters not, Snow or violets on the ground, I know a little bewitching spot, Where it is fair the whole year round. A low tea-table set out for two, A divan with cushions piled on high, Dresden tea-cups of pink and blue, A fat little kettle simmering nigh, In winter a fire that cracks and roars, In summer a window where breezes play. What if it hails or snows or pours, In that little spot it is always May. 135 A BOOK OF FRFENDSHIP ^: ~r A girl — of course, you will say, when one Describes such a haven from life's mad whirl. There must be a — wait till my song is done. This is such an entrancing girl! Cheeks as fresh as a summer rose, Eyes that change like the changing sea, Lips where a smile first comes, then goes, And, oh! but she makes delicious tea. So we sit and talk while the kettle sings, And life seems better at least to me, The fleeting hours have golden wings, When in that little spot I'm drinking tea. Love? Ah, no, we are far above Such folly. Our time we can better spend. This world is brimming with loveless love, But 'tis rarely enough one finds a friend. —GUY WETMORE CARRYL 136 1 1 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP p-» HEARTS Do I smile? Does my face show my joy in spite of all effort to conceal it? And you cannot guess my good fortune? No; I have not picked up a purse, nor inherited an estate, nor won a race, nor had a manu- script accepted. I have only found a friend. I have spun another golden thread out of my heart to bind me to my fellows. —ERNEST CROSBY A friend loveth at all times, and a brother is born for adversity. Faithful are the wounds of a friend. Ointment and perfume rejoice the heart, so doth the sweetness of a man's friend by hearty counsel. Thine own friend and thy father's friend forsake not. —proverbs 137 H n . — t A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP L p ^r ~r SONG Friendship from its moorings strays, Love binds fast together; Friendship is for balmy days, Love for stormy weather. For itself the one contends, Fancied wrongs regretting — Love the thing it loves defends, All besides forgetting. Friendship is the morning lark Toward the sunrise winging, Love the nightingale, at dark Most divinely singing! —FLORENCE EARLE COATES Agreeableness does not necessarily imply ex- ternal beauty. — katherine e. conway 138 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP zr JAFFAR Jaffar, the Barmecide, the good vizier, The poor man's hope, the friend without a peer, Jaffar was dead, slain by a doom unjust; And guilty Haroun, sullen with mistrust Of what the good, and e'en the bad, might say, Ordained that no man living from that day Should dare to speak his name on pain of death. All Araby and Persia held their breath. All but the brave Mondeer: he, proud to show How far for love a grateful soul can go, And facing death for very scorn and grief (For his great heart wanted a great relief), Stood forth in Bagdad daily, in the square Where once had stood a happy house, and there Harangued the tremblers at the scymetar On all they owed to the divine Jaffar. [39 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP ZL X ■=r "Bring me this man," the caliph cried; the man Was brought, was gazed upon. The mutes began To bind his arms. "Welcome, brave cords," cried he; "From bonds far worse Jaff ar delivered me ; From wants, from shames, from loveless house- hold fears; Made a man's eyes friends with delicious tears ; Restored me, loved me, put me on a par With his great self. How can I pay Jaffar?" Haroun, who felt that on a soul like this The mightiest vengeance could but fall amiss, Now deigned to smile, as one great lord of fate Might smile upon another half as great. He said, "Let worth grow frenzied if it will; The caliph's judgment shall be master still. Go, and since gifts so move thee, take this gem, The richest in the Tartar's diadem, 140 1 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP T And hold the giver as thou deemest fit!" "Gifts !" cried the friend ; he took, and holding it High toward the heavens, as though to meet his star, Exclaimed, "This, too, I owe to thee, Jaffar!" —LEIGH HUNT It is hard to conceive of agreeableness apart from gentle and kindly manners. — KATHERINE E. CONWAY I am no friend to purely psychological at- tachments. 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 feel- ings. The warm strong grasp of Greatheart's hand is as dear to me as the steadfast fashion of his friendships. —henry van dyke 141 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP , — i J X T IF I SHOULD DIE If I should die to-night, and you should come to my cold corpse and say, Weeping and heartsick o'er my lifeless clay — If I should die to-night, And you should come in deepest grief and woe — And say: "Here's that ten dollars that I owe," I might arise in my large white cravat And say, "What's that?" If I should die to-night, and you should come to my cold corpse and kneel, Clasping my bier to show the grief you feel, I say, if I should die to-night And you should come to me, and there and then Just even hint 'bout payin 'me that ten, I might arise the while, But I'd drop dead again. _ ben p KINQ By permission of Forbes & Company. I42 1 1 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP zr x- J BORES What smiles and welcome would I give Some friends I see each day I live; And yet what treasures would I pay If some would always stay away. —ANONYMOUS Perhaps the most delightful friendships are those in which there is much agreement, much disputation, and yet more personal liking. —GEORGE ELIOT O traveler, who hast wandered far 'Neath southern sun and northern star, Say where the fairest regions are? Friend, underneath whatever skies Love looks in love-returning eyes, There are the bowers of Paradise. —CLINTON SCOLLARD 143 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP . — 1 J ... s -* A SEAT FOR THREE* "A seat for three, where host and guest May side-by-side pass toast or jest; And be their number two or three, With elbow-room and liberty, What need to wander east or west? A nook for thought, a nook for rest And meet for fasting or for fest, In fair and equal parts to be A seat for three. "Then give you pleasant company, For youth or elder shady tree; A roof for council or sequest, A corner in a homely nest ; Free, equal, and fraternally A seat for three." —WALTER CRANE ♦Written on the panels of a settle 144 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP JZ X WHAT ARE ANOTHER'S FAULTS TO ME? What are another's faults to me? I've not a vulture's bill To pick at every flaw I see, And make it wider still. It is enough for me to know I've follies of my own, And on my heart the care bestow, And let my friends alone. When a friend in kindness tries To show you where your error lies, Conviction does but more incense, Perverseness is your whole defence. 'Tis an old maxim in the schools, That flattery's the food of fools; Yet now and then your men of wit Will condescend to take a bit. —JONATHAN SWIFT 145 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP >r T- r-* OUR FRIENDS There are no friends like the old friends; We know their ways, alack; They walk in, take our brand-new books And never bring them back. —ANONYMOUS THE TIPPLING FRIEND Men brandy drink and never think That girls at all can tell it; They don't suppose a woman's nose Was ever made to smell it. —MRS. CAUDLE The holy passion of Friendship is of so sweet and steady and loyal and enduring a na- ture that it will last through a whole lifetime, if not asked to lend money. _ MARK TWAIN 146 | 1 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP zr "-J [-» THE MEETING OF FOES AND THE MEETING OF FRIENDS Fill the cup! fill it high! Let us drink to the -- might Of the manhood that joyously rushes to fight, And, true to the death, all unflinching will stand, For our home and our hearth, and our own na- tive land! 'Tis the bright sun of June that is gilding the crest Of the warriors that fight for their isles of the West; The breeze that at morning but plays with the plume, At evening may wave the red grass o'er the tomb; The corn that has ripen'd in summer's soft breath, In an hour may be reap'd in the harvest of death : 147 d 1 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP j Li — — -i ~r x; Then drink to their glory — the glory of those Who triumph'd or fell in that meeting of foes.* But fill the cup higher to drink to the friends Bound fast in affection that life only ends; Whose hearts, when defended from foes that have dared, Are prized all the more when with friends they are shared! Far better the wine-cup with ruby may flow To the health of a friend than the fall of a foe; Tho' bright are the laurels that glory may twine, Far softer the shade of the ivy and vine; Then fill the cup higher! The battle is won — Our perils are over — our feast has begun! — On the meeting of foeman pale sorrow attends — Rosy joy crowns our meeting — the meeting of friends. — samuel lover *Battle of Waterloo 148 t A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP v S FRIENDS We're friends; what makes you think we're not? We get along first-rate. You don't go'n think just coz we've got Nose-bleeds when we separate, We aren't best friends, aren't Tom and I? Why, don't you see, Ma, that's just why! When Tom and I meet after school, "'11 you play leap-frog?" says I. He answers, casual-like and cool, "Girls' game ! Let's play T spy.' " Says I, "Pish! Good for little fry! "Marbles?" says I. Says he, "Not I!" Says he, "Play jack-straws? — I've brought mine." Says I, "Run home ter Poll, And make her slick yer hair down fine, And give yer her rag-doll; 149 c 1 i A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP a__ ^c T- — r We'll drag her 'long in yer sweet go-cart." Says Tommy promptly, "Ain't you smart!" Says I, "'11 you play ball? — got my bat." S' he, "Go to yer grandmother!" S' I, "Don't you speak to me like that!" S' he, "What if I should pre— fer?" S' I, "You best mind" — S' he, "Don't you fret!" S' I, "'11 you fight me?" S' he, "Jus' you bet!" And then we fight. And when we've done, Our eyes are sometimes black, And all our buttons mostly gone, — He punches, I punch back; And when we're tired out, we drop; And when we've had enough, we stop. But I like Tommy, he likes me; There isn't another chap 150 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP { J ~r Will fight so long or readily — Quick, mother! where's my cap? That whistle's Tom— where was it laid? Ah, good! He sha'nt think I'm afraid! —GERTRUDE HALL FRIEND In all thy humours, whether grave or mellow, Thou'rt such a touchy, testy, pleasant fellow, Hast so much wit and mirth, and spleen about thee, That there's no living with thee, nor without ttlee * —JOSEPH ADDISON Live not without a friend: The Alpine rock must own Its mossy grace or else be nothing but a stone. — w. w. STORY 151 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP X T=j __i A TEMPLE TO FRIENDSHIP "A Temple to Friendship," said Laura, en- chanted, "I'll build in this garden, — the thought is di- vine !" Her temple was built and she now only wanted An image of Friendship to place on the shrine. She flew to a sculptor, who set down before her A Friendship, the fairest his art could invent; But so cold and so dull, that the youthful adorer Saw plainly this was not the idol she meant. "Oh! never," she cried, "could I think of en- shrining 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 him." 152 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP T So the bargain was struck; with the little god laden She joyfully flew to her shrine in the grove: "Farewell," said the sculptor, "you're not the first maiden Who came but for Friendship and took away Love." —THOMAS MOORE If Jonathan had envied David when he saw that David was to have the throne which Jon- athan was yielding without the credit of yield- ing, it would have evidenced a lack of surpassing friendship for David in the heart of Jonathan. But because Jonathan loved David as his own soul, loved him with a self-forgetful friendship, envy of David could find no place in the royal and loyal heart of Jonathan. — H. CLAY TRUMBULL 153 r , — i A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP J— M ir -i' 1 1 THE TWO FRIENDS I have two friends — two glorious friends, — two better could not be, And every night when midnight tolls they meet to laugh with me. The first was shot by Carlist thieves — ten years ago in Spain ; The second drowned near Alicante — while I alive remain. I love to see their dim white forms come floating through the night, And grieve to see them fade away in early morn- ing light. The first with gnomes in the Under Land is leading a lordly life, The second has married a mermaiden, a beauti- ful water-wife. 154 1 1 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP __i ' - n s And since I have friends in the Earth and Sea — with a few, I trust, on high, "Tis a matter of small account to me — the way that I may die. For whether I sink in the foaming flood, or swing on the triple tree, Or die in my bed as a Christian should, is all the same to me. —CHARLES GODFREY LELAND Unless the loved one had been looked up to for his own sake, as that ideal's embodiment, he could not have been loved as he is by him who claims to be his friend ; hence envy is forestalled by the very friendship's existence; for envy is a selfish regret that another is in advance of us, while friendship is an unselfish affection for an- other because he is in advance of us — or ought to be, as we see it. -H. CLAY TRUMBULL 155 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP X px ABSENT FRIENDS To absent friends I drain this glass! First, those who sleep beneath the grass And taste the peace death only lends And slumber quiet — Absent Friends! And next I pour rich wine to 1 those Who dwell beyond where ocean flows; In hopeless toil which never ends, Alone, uncared-for — Absent Friends! I drain the ruby wine to all Who weep and toil on earth's dark ball! To all whom poverty attends! Whom love cheers never — Absent Friends! —MARGARET THOMAS Two indispensable qualities of friendship — mutual agreement and confidence. — KATHERINE E. CONWAY 156 1 \ A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP zr h. S= IN THE HOUR OF NEED 157 a A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP rk "V T- -J Friends are the thermometers by which we may judge the temperature of our fortunes. —LADY BLESSINGTON I 5 8 r <. A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP -L_ y h zr FRIENDS This love demands too much, methinks — Too much of striving and unrest, Too many blows for scanty bliss, Too much dependent on a kiss, Too much concealed, too much confessed. One wearies of a ceaseless glare — Give me your friendship's shadowing, The knowledge of a sympathy And confidence that may not be Distorted by a little thing. Yet, let ours be the gentler way, The level eyes, the steady hand; Not love that bloweth hot or cold — One craveth peace as one grows old — Let us be wise and understand. — THEODOSIA PICKERING GARRISON 159 1 — I A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP J X ~r A FRIEND IN NEED "A friend in need," my neighbor said to me, "A friend indeed is what I mean to be; In time of trouble I will come to you, And in the hour of need you'll find me true." I thought a bit, and took him by the hand : "My friend," said I, "you do not understand The inner meaning of that simple rhyme; A friend is what the heart needs all the time." —HENRY VAN DYKE Give friendship, whether the object of your friendship becomes a friend or not. It is a most hindering error to suppose that two are required for a friendship. The most enriching friendships of all times have been lonely ones. Be you a friend. — amos r. wells i 60 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP 7"^ FRIENDS AND FOES Bitter the things one's enemies will say Against one sometimes when one is away; But of a bitterness far more intense The things one's friends will say in one's defence. —WILLIAM DEAN HOWELLS There was a well-drawn picture a while ago in an English paper of an old woman propped in an easy-chair, with a sweet-faced parish visitor seated beside her. "And was your husband good and kind to you during your long illness?" asked the visitor. "Oh, yes, miss! 'e was just kind; 'e was more like a friend than a 'usband." . . . Only when friendship becomes reciprocal does it attain its own high goal. We seem to dishonor the word when we let it stand for less than that, and to despoil it of half its glory. —RUTH OGDEN (Mrs. Charles W. Ide) 161 1 — ' A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP J "V ~s THE FACE OF A FRIEND Much beautiful, and excellent, and fair, Was seen beneath the sun ; but nought was seen More beautiful, or excellent, or fair, Than face of faithful friend, — fairest when seen In darkest day. —Robert pollok 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. —JOSEPH ADDISON As ships meet at sea, a moment together, when words of greeting must be spoken, and then away into the deep, so men meet in this world; and I think we should cross no man's path without hailing him, and, if needs, giving him supplies. —henry ward beecher 162 \ 1 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP 3. zr TO A FRIEND Your eyes are— but I cannot tell Just what's the color of your eyes, I only know therein doth dwell A something that can sympathize, When selfish love would fail to see The depths revealed alone to me. —JOHN GOWDY Fix yourself upon the wealthy. In a word, take this for a golden rule through life: Never, never have a friend that is poorer than yourself. —DOUGLAS JERROLD Of all felicities the most charming is that of a firm and gentle friendship. It sweetens our cares, dispels our sorrows, and counsels us in all our extremities. — seneca 163 r n , L A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP i__ X V THE TIMES THAT ARE O Friend! I know not which way I must look For comfort, being, as I am opprest, To think that now our Life is only drest For show ; mean handy-work of craftsmen, cook, Or groom ! — We must run glittering like a brook In the open sunshine, or we are unblest : The wealthiest man among us is the best: No grandeur now in nature or in book Delights us. Rapine, avarice, expense, This is idolatry; and these we adore: Plain living and high thinking are no more : The homely beauty of the good old cause Is gone: our peace, our fearful innocence, And pure religion breathing household laws. —WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Friendship is enjoyed according as it is de- sired. —MONTAIGNE 164 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP zr A SONNET Dear, if you love me, hold me most your friend, Chosen from out the many who would bear Your gladness gladly — heavily your care ; Who best can sympathize, best comprehend, Where others fail; who, breathless to the end, Follows your tale of joy or of despair: Hold me your counselor, because I dare To lift my hand to guide you, that I lend My love to help you. And I would you knew That I am fair enough to win men's hearts, If so I willed; yet honor me above All other women, since I am too true To trap you with my sex's smaller arts. Deem me all these, but love me as your love. —ALICE DUER The higher the style we demand of friend- ship ; the less easy to establish it. —EMERSON 165 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP n X s FRIENDSHIP IS LOVE'S FULL BEAUTY UNALLOYED Friendship is love's full beauty unalloyed With passion that may waste in selfishness, Fed only at the heart and never cloyed; Such is our friendship, ripened but to bless. It draws the arrow from the bleeding wound With cheery look that makes a winter bright; It saves the hope from falling to the ground, And turns the restless pillow toward the light. To be another's in his dearest want, At struggle with a thousand racking throes, When all the balm that Heaven itself can grant Is that which friendship's soothing hand be- stows ! How joyful to be joined in such a love, We two, — may it portend the days above! —THOMAS GORDON HAKE 166 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP —L i T FRIENDSHIP Lo, in my hour of need I called on thee, Asking thy friendship's none too heavy toll; Comrades were we when I was glad and whole, And yet thou cam'st not, and at last I see Twain are the ways of friendship, and there be One that laughs with us o'er the fragrant bowl, And one that wanders with the troubled soul In the great silence of Gethsemane. I can forgive, and while glad days abound Thou shalt be with me; but when Autumn flings The rose-leaf and the wine-cup to the ground, Then would I call upon the heart that hears With intimate love the depth of human things, The eye that knows the sanctity of tears. —GEORGE SYLVESTER VIERECK 167 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP x: ~r IF I SHOULD DIE TO-NIGHT If I should die to-night, My friends would look upon my quiet face, Before they laid it in its resting-place, And deem that death had left it almost fair; And laying snow-white flowers against my hair, Would smooth it down with tearful tenderness, And hold my hands with lingering caress — Poor hands, so empty and so cold to-night! If I should die to-night, My friends would call to mind, with loving thought, Some kindly deed the icy hands had wrought ; Some gentle words the frozen lips had said ; Errands on which the willing feet had sped; The memory of my selfishness and pride, My hasty words, would all be put aside, And so I should be loved and mourned to-night. 1 68 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP , t \ I-. =3" If I should die to-night, Even hearts estranged would turn once more to me, Recalling other days remorsefully ; The eyes that chilled me with averted glance Would look upon me as of yore, perchance, And soften in the old familiar way; For who could war with dumb, unconscious clay ? So I might rest, forgiven of all to-night. Oh, friends, I pray to-night Keep not your kisses for my dead, cold brow ! The way is lonely, let me feel them now. Think gently of me; I am travel worn; My faltering feet are pierced with many a thorn. Forgive, O hearts estranged, forgive, I plead: When dreamless sleep is mine, I shall not need The tenderness for which I long to-night. —ARABELLA E. SMITH 169 r A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP L. ~r ■^ zr JIM He was jes' a plain, ever'-day, all-round kind of a jour., Consurnpted-lookin' — but la ! The jokiest, wittiest, story-tellin', song-singin', laughin'est, jolliest Feller you ever saw! Worked at jes' coarse work, but you kin bet he was fine enough in his talk, And his feelin's too! Lordy ! ef he was on'y back on his bench agin to- day, a-carryin' on Like he ust to do! Any shop-mate'll tell you there never was, on top o' dirt, A better feller'n Jim! [else — You want a favor, and couldn't git it anywhere You could git it o' him! 170 1 1 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP zr Most free-heartedest man thataway in the world, I guess, Give up ever* nickel he's worth — And, ef you'd a-wanted it, and named it to him, and it was his, He'd a-give you the earth! Alius a-reachin' out, Jim was, and a-he'pin', some Pore feller onto his feet — He'd a-never a-keered how hungry he was hisse'f, So's the feller got somepin' to eat! Didn't make no difference at all to him how he was dressed, He ust to say to me, — "You tog out a tramp purty comfortable in winter-time, a-huntin' a job, And he'll git along!" says he. 171 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP T .r Jim didn't have, ner never could git ahead so overly much O' this world's goods at a time, — 'Fore now I've saw him more'n onc't lend a dol- lar, and haf to, more'n likely, Turn 'round and borry a dime! Mebby laugh and joke about it hisse'f fer a while — then jerk his coat, And kind o' square his chin, Tie on his apern, and squat hisse'f on his old shoe-bench, And go to peggin' agin! Patientest feller too, I reckon, 'at ever jes' naturely Coughed hisse'f to death! Long enough after his voice was lost, he'd laugh in a whisper and say He could git ever'thing but his breath — 172 ll l A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP n ~7 "You fellers," he'd sort o' twinkle his eyes and say, "Is a-pilin' onto me A mighty big debt for that air little weak- chested ghost o' mine to pack Through all Eternity!" Now there was a man 'at jes' 'peared like, to me, 'At ortn't a-never a-died! "But death hain't a-showin' no favors," the old boss said, "On'y to Jim!" and cried: And Wigger, who puts up the best sewed work in the shop, Er the whole blame neighborhood, He says, "When God made Jim, I bet you He didn't do anything else that day But jes' set around and feel good!" —JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY Copyright poem, used by permission of The Bobbs-Merrill Co. 173 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP X s* ODE TO FRIENDSHIP Friendship! what art thou — but a poet's toy? A will-o'whisp, that plays around the purse; That shines and flatters, only to decoy, When grinning poverty takes men to nurse? Now have I seen thee, on the gilded couch, Wriggling with rapture and delight; Seizing with joy thy silken pouch, When wealthy neighbours send to borrow ; But then, again, how fill'd with gloom and sor- row When poor acquaintance come to beg a doit. Friendship but seldom dwells with men of riches ; It likes not scarlet cloaks and sattin breeches ; It is not us'd to cards and riot — But loves to live in shady bowers ; To cultivate both fields and flowers, And sleep in quiet. 174 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP n zr It also pines where want and famine dwell ; It cannot feed on scanty meals; For hunger cheerfulness conceals, And want with grief our bosoms swell. Where competence her table spreads, And social sentiments attend — Perhaps the good may find a friend; May find that bliss, which cheers the soul, And o'er the face flown lustre sheds, When seas of mis'ry round us roll. But much I doubt if friendship true E'er link'd, for life, two souls together ; Such friendship, as around them drew The self-same soul and pleasant weather. Friendship, methinks, is somewhat like a whale; Sometimes swimming round life's surface gay ; At others, downward, dashing thro' the spray, And flapping 'gainst us hard her angry tail. 175 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP X y* But lest my rural readers should not see The pith of this my dashing simile ; Peter will hunt midst flowers and roses, To find a pretty beauquet for their noses. Good gentles, have you never seen A plant, so sensitive and shy, That let the smallest ant or fly Light on its spreading arms of green, When instantly it clasps those arms about, And seems to say, "You saucy dog, get out." So 'tis with Friendship ; you may stand and stare Upon her qualities, so strange and rare, But only put your fingers on her purse, And take my word, fort, such is madam's feeling, That she will make a most confounded fuss ; Nay, swear she caught you in the act of stealing. Witness the pious Doctor Dodd, Whose friendship swung him to the land of Nod. —P. QUINCE, ESQ. 176 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP T- — r TO FIND A FRIEND The city's ways are not my ways, and never Shall I to its demands be reconciled; I walk amid its roar and rumble, dreaming, A cool and careful man in outward seeming, But in my heart a lost and lonely child. I wear a mask, as you do and as all do, To hide what none has time to comprehend ; A mask of settled purpose and of daring, To hide how very little I am caring For anything but just to find a friend. —FRANK PUTNAM A slender acquaintance with the world must convince every man that actions, not words, are the true criterion of the attachment of friends; and that the most liberal professions of good- will are very far from being the surest marks of it. —GEORGE WASHINGTON 177 1 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP ~r "c T THE JOY OF FRIENDS It is my joy in life to find At every turning of the road, The strong arms 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 DEMPSTER SHERMAN The man who will share his purse with you in the days of poverty and distress, and like the good Samaritan, be surety for your support to the landlord, you may admit to your confidence, incorporate into the very core of your heart, and call him friend; misfortunes cannot shake him from you ; a prison will not conceal you from his Sight. —J- BARTLETT 178 1 1 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP ^x— c WORDS FOR PARTING 179 c h A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP r^ t: y Go often to the house of thy friend, for weeds choke up the unused path. —SCANDINAVIAN EDDA x8o A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP ~r WORDS FOR PARTING Oh, what shall I do, dear, In the coming years, I wonder, When our paths which lie so sweetly near, Shall lie so far asunder? Oh, what shall I do, dear, Through all the sad to-morrows, When the sunny smile has ceased to cheer That smiles away my sorrows? What 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? 181 r —\ A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP L. V ■? A sweeter, sadder thing, My life for having known you: Forever with my sacred kin, My soul's soul I must own you, — Forever mine, my friend, From June to life's December, Not mine to have or hold, But to pray for and remember. 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 AMES [82 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP h ~s GOODBY Bid me goodby! No sweeter salutation Can friendship claim, Nor yet can any language, any nation, A sweeter frame. It is not final; it forebodes no sorrow As some declare Who, born to fretting, are so prone to borrow To-morrow's share. "Goodby" is but a prayer, a benediction From lips sincere, And breathed by thine it brings a sweet convic- tion That God will hear. "Goodby!" Yes, "God be with you!" Prayer and blessing In simplest phrase, 183 1 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP . — 1 J. . X Alike our need and His dear care confessing In all our ways. However rare or frequent be our meeting, However nigh The last long parting or the endless greeting, Bid me goodby! —HARRIET McEWEN KIMBALL As true friendship cements two hearts into one, so a large acquaintance divides and dis- tracts the heart. -plutarch In life it is difficult to say who do you the most mischief — enemies with the worst inten- tions or friends with the best. —EDWARD BULWER-LYTTON 184 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP pr COUNSEL If thou shouldst bid thy friend farewell, But for one night though that farewell should be, Press thou his hand in thine ; how canst thou tell How far from thee Fate or caprice may lead his feet Ere that to-morrow come. Men have been known Lightly to turn the corner of a street, And days have grown To months, and months to lagging years, Before they looked in loving eyes again. Parting, at best, is underlaid with tears — With tears and pain. 185 r n , t A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP zr X Therefore, lest sudden death should come be- tween, Or time, or distance, clasp with pressure true The palm of him who goeth forth. Unseen, Fate goeth, too! Yea, 'find thou always time to say Some earnest word betwixt the idle talk, Lest with thee henceforth, night and day, Regret should walk. — MOLLIE E. M. DAVIS Would you throw away a diamond because it pricked you? One good friend is not to be weighed against the jewels of all the earth. If there is coolness or unkindness between us, let us come face to face and have it out. Quick, before love grows cold! _ RO bert smith 186 d. ) A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP —L DREAMS AND REALITIES O, Rosamond, thou fair and good And perfect flower of womanhood! Thou royal rose of June! Why didst thou droop before thy time? Why wither in the first sweet prime? Why didst thou die so soon? For, looking backward through my tears On thee, and on my wasted years, I cannot choose but say, If thou hadst lived to be my guide, Or thou hadst lived and I had died, 'Twere better far to-day. O child of light, O golden head! — Bright sunbeam for one moment shed Upon life's lonely way, — Why didst thou vanish from our sight? Could they not spare my little light From heaven's unclouded day? is? A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP v s O friend so true, O friend so good! — Thou one dream of my maidenhood, That gave youth all its charms, — What had I done, or what hadst thou, That through this lonesome world till now, We walk with empty arms? And yet had this poor soul been fed With all it loved and coveted; Had life been always fair, Would these dear dreams that ne'er depart, That thrill with bliss my inmost heart, Forever tremble there? If still they kept their earthly place, The friends I held in my embrace, And gave to death, alas! Could I have learned that clear, calm faith That looks beyond the bonds of death, And almost longs to pass? 188 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP . 1 \ T pr Sometimes, I think, the things we see Are shadows of the things to be; That what we plan we build; That every hope that hath been crossed, And every dream we thought was lost, In heaven shall be fulfilled. That even the children of the brain Have not been born and died in vain, Though here unclothed and dumb; But on some brighter, better shore They live, embodied evermore, And wait for us to come. And when on that last day we rise, Caught up between the earth and skies, Then shall we hear our Lord Say, Thou hast done with doubt and death, Henceforth, according to thy faith, Shall be thy faith's reward. _ p CARY 189 r n A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP i— zr v • L - — ' "WELL, GOOD-BYE!" They part upon the crowded street, And part and part; with tireless feet They stand and stand, their agile tongues Propelled by potent, active lungs. They kiss, they part ; they backward hie To kiss and part and say, "Good-bye!" "Well, good-bye!" "Good-bye!" "Good- bye !" "Well, good-bye!" The engine puffs, the whistle blows, And to and fro the truckman goes, At "All aboard!" the trav'lers rush, Except the two that ever gush And kiss and part and kiss and cry Above all other roars, "Good-bye!" "Well, good-bye." "Good-bye!" "Good- bye !" y "Well, good-bye!" 190 d p j A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP i With cultured pitch or common bawl, At church or market, hut or hall, At feast or funeral, still are heard The pair who speak one more last word And start and wait and amplify Their parting with a "Well, good-bye!" "Well, good-bye." "Good-bye!" "Good- bye !" J "Well, good-bye!" And oh! when night comes dropping down With gentle touch to hush the town, There's yet no respite; for below Perchance 'tis Bridget and her beau, Or dainty Kate and hers, who sigh To part and wait and say, "Good-bye!" "Well, good-bye." "Good-bye!" "Good- bye !" "Well, good-bye!" —MRS. GEORGE ARCHIBALD PALMER igi A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP x: y MY FAMILIAR Again I hear that creaking step — He's rapping at the door! — Too well I know the boding sound That ushers in a bore. I do not tremble when I meet The stoutest of my foes, But Heaven defend me from the friend Who comes — but never goes! He drops into my easy chair, And asks about the news; He peers into my manuscript, And gives his candid views; He tells me where he likes the line, And where he's forced to grieve; He takes the strangest liberties, — But never takes his leave! 192 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP _J X- ^ He reads my daily paper through Before I've seen a word; He scans the lyric (that I wrote) And thinks it quite absurd; He calmly smokes my last cigar, And coolly asks for more; He opens everything he sees — Except the entry door! He talks about his fragile health, And tells me of his pains; He suffers from a score of ills Of which he ne'er complains; And how he struggled once with death To keep the fiend at bay; On themes like those away he goes — But never goes away! He tells me of the carping words Some shallow critic wrote; 193 r n A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP ( J -r X T And every precious paragraph Familiarly can quote; He thinks the writer did me wrong; He'd like to run him through! He says a thousand pleasant things — But never says, "Adieu!" Whene'er he comes — that dreadful man — Disguise it as I may, I know that, like an Autumn rain, He'll last throughout the day. In vain I speak of urgent tasks; In vain I scowl and pout; A frown is no extinguisher, — It does not put him out! I mean to take the knocker off, Put crape upon the door, Or hint to John that I am gone To stay a month or more. 194 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP I do not tremble when I meet The stoutest of my foes, But Heaven defend me from the friend Who never, never goes! —JOHN GODFREY SAXE It is essential to true friendship that it be reciprocal. A one-sided attachment can never be called friendship. In the judgment of man- kind there is no crime so base as ingratitude to- wards a friend. _j A mes, cardinal gibbons Take heed of thy friends. A faithful friend is a strong defense ; and he that hath found such a one hath found a treasure. Nothing doth coun- tervail a faithful friend, and his excellency is in- valuable. —PROVERBS 195 c II A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP X s REGRET If I had known, O loyal heart, When hand to hand we said farewell, How for all time our paths would part, What shadow o'er our friendship fell, I should have clasped your hand so close In the warm pressure of my own, That memory still might keep its grasp, If I had known. If I had known, when far and wide We loitered through the summer land, What presence wandered by our side, And o'er you stretched its awful hand, I should have hushed my careless speech, To listen well to every tone That from your lips fell low and sweet, If I had known. 196 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP ■c pi If I had known, when your kind eyes Met mine in parting, true and sad, — Eyes gravely tender, gently wise, And earnest rather more than glad, — How soon the lids would lie above, As cold and white as sculptured stone, I should have treasured every glance, If I had known. If I had known how, from the strife, Of fears, hopes, passions here below, Unto a purer, higher life That you were called, O friend, to go I should have stayed all foolish tears, And hushed each idle sigh and moan, To bid you a last, long God-speed, If I had known. If I had known to what strange place, What mystic, distant, silent shore, 197 r s , i A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP 2 7" X ' *- —' You calmly turned your steadfast face, What time your footsteps left my door, I should have forged a golden link, To bind the heart, so constant grown, And keep it constant even there, If I had known. If I had known that, until death Shall with his finger touch my brow, And still the quickening of the breath That stirs with life's full meaning now, — So long my feet must tread the way Of our accustomed paths alone, I should have prized your presence more, If I had known. If I had known how soon for you Drew near the ending of the fight, And on your vision, fair and new, Eternal peace dawned into sight, 198 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP T= j-J I should have begged, as love's last gift, That you before God's great, white throne, Would pray for your poor friend on earth, If I had known. —CHRISTIAN REID (Frances F. Tiernan) Let flattery, however, the handmaid of vices, be far removed from friendship, since it is not only unworthy of a friend, but of a free man. —CICERO Friendship is but a name. As to myself, I know well that I have not one true friend. As long as I continue what I am, I may have as many pretended friends as I please. —NAPOLEON I 199 r A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP J _ ~7" X zr A LOST FRIEND My friend he was; my friend from all the rest; With childlike faith he oped to me his breast ; No door was locked on altar, grave or grief; No weakness veiled, concealed no disbelief; The hope, the sorrow and the wrong were bare, And ah, the shadow only showed the fair. I gave him love for love; but, deep within, I magnified each frailty into sin; Each hill-topped foible in the sunset glowed, Obscuring vales where rivered virtues flowed. Reproof became reproach, till common grew The captious word at every fault I knew. He smiled upon the censorship, and bore With patient love the touch that wounded sore; Until at length, so had my blindness grown, He knew I judged him by his faults alone. 200 \ J A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP 1— — r Alone, of all men, I who knew him best, Refused the gold, to take the dross for test! Cold strangers honored for the worth they saw; His friend forgot the diamond in the flaw. At last it came — the day he stood apart, When from my eyes he proudly veiled his heart ; When carping judgment and uncertain word A stern resentment in his bosom stirred; When in his face I read what I had been, And with his vision saw what he had seen. Too late! too late! Oh, could he then have known, When his love died, that mine had perfect grown ; That when the veil was drawn, abased, chastised, The censor stood, and lost one truly prized. Too late we learn — a man must hold his friend Unjudged, accepted, trusted to the end. —JOHN BOYLE O'REILLY 201 . — I A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP a y X T~ WAITING Serene, I fold my hands and wait, Nor care for wind nor tide nor sea; I rave no more 'gainst time or fate, For lo! my own shall come to me. Asleep, awake, by night or day, The friends I seek are seeking me; No wind can drive my bark astray, Nor change the tide of destiny. What matter if I stand alone? I wait with joy the coming years; My heart shall reap where it has sown, And garner up the fruit of tears. The waters know their own, and draw The brook that springs in yonder heights; So flows the good with equal law Unto the soul with pure delights. 202 1 1 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP ~r ~r The stars come nightly to the sky, The tidal wave unto the sea; Nor time nor space, nor deep nor high, Can keep my own away from me. —JOHN BURROUGHS The needle's eye is wide enough for two friends; the whole world is too narrow for two foes. —ROEBUCK Because friendship always includes a rev- erent admiration of a friend's ideal, — the ideal seen in the friend, seen by the friend, or seen for the friend, — therefore it follows that every added indication of that ideal's realizing is added cause for rejoicing on the part of him who loves his friend as the embodiment of that ideal. — H. CLAY TRUMBULL 203 c. A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP , 1 ^1 X FROM "IN MEMORIAM" The path by which we twain did go, Which led by tracts that pleased us well, Through four sweet years arose and fell, From flower to flower, from snow to snow. But where the path we walked began To slant the fifth autumnal slope, As we descended, following Hope, There sat the Shadow feared of man. Who broke our fair companionship, And spread his mantle dark and cold, And wrapped thee formless in the fold, And dulled the murmur on thy lip. When each by turns was guide to each, And Fancy light from Fancy caught, And Thought leapt out to wed with Thought Ere Thought could wed itself with Speech. 204 r J A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP ._! -L— ~r ~r And all we met was fair and good, And all was good that Time could bring, And all the secret of the Spring Moved in the chambers of the blood. I know that this was Life, — the track Whereon with equal feet we fared; And then, as now, the day prepared The daily burden for the back. But this it was that made me move As light as carrier-birds in air; I loved the weight I had to bear Because it needed help of Love; Nor could I weary, heart or limb, When mighty Love would cleave in twain The lading of a single pain, And part it, giving half to him. r s . i A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP J ^v pr But I remained, whose hopes were dim, Whose life, whose thoughts were little worth, To wander on a darkened earth, Where all things round me breathed of him. O friendship, equal-poised control, O heart, with kindliest motion warm, sacred essence, other form, O solemn ghost, O crowned soul! Yet none could better know than I, How much of act at human hands The sense of human will demands, By which we dare to live or die. Whatever way my days decline, 1 felt and feel, though left alone, His being working in my own, The footsteps of his life in mine. 206 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP T 7^ My pulses therefore beat again For other friends that once I met; Nor can it suit me to forget The mighty hopes that make us men. I woo your love: I count it crime To mourn for any overmuch; I, the divided half of such A friendship as had mastered Time ; Which masters Time, indeed, and is Eternal, separate from fears: The all-assuming months and years Can take no part away from this. O days and hours, your work is this, To hold me from my proper place, A little while from his embrace, For fuller gain of after bliss ; 207 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP X x: That out of distance might ensue Desire of nearness doubly sweet; And unto meeting when we meet, Delight a hundred-fold accrue. The hills are shadows, and they flow From form to form, and nothing stands; They melt like mist, the solid lands, Like clouds they shape themselves and go. But in my spirit will I dwell, And dream my dream, and hold it true; For tho' my lips may breathe adieu, I cannot think the thing farewell. —ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON He must increase, but I must decrease. —THE BIBLE 1 1 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP 7 ~r FAREWELL Farewell! It is no sorrowful word. It has never had a pang for me. Sweet as the last song of a bird, Soft as a wind-swell from the sea, The word farewell. I part with you as oft before I've parted with dear friends and sweet, And now I shake (forevermore) Your memory's gold-dust from my feet. Farewell ! farewell ! Soon I shall find a new sweet face, And other eyes as pure and strong As yours are now, and then a space Of life that ripples into song, And then farewell! 209 1 —] A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP . i J — X. ~r Farewell! farewell! Throw me a kiss! How fast the distance grows between! Now memory fades — a film of bliss, A far-off mist of silvery sheen: Good-by! farewell! —MAURICE THOMPSON It was because John the Baptist was the friend of Jesus that John, at the very summit of his personal renown and of his commanding pop- ular influence, could say, without a twinge of envious feeling, concerning him of whom he was the friend: "In the midst of you standeth one whom ye know not, even he that cometh after me, the latchet of whose shoe I am not worthy to unloose." — h. clay trumbull A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP T- r-* SIT CLOSER, FRIENDS Sit closer, friends, around the board! Death grants us yet a little time. Now let the cheering cup be poured, And welcome song and jest and rhyme, Enjoy the gifts that fortune sends, Sit closer, friends! And yet, we pause. With trembling lip We strive the fitting phrase to make; Remembering our fellowship, Lamenting Destiny's mistake, We marvel much when Fate offends And claims our friends. Companion of our nights of mirth, When all were merry who were wise, Does Death quite understand your worth, And know the value of his prize? 211 1 1 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP zr V / I doubt me if he comprehends — He knows no friends. And in that realm is there no joy Of comrades and the jocund sense? Can Death so utterly destroy — For gladness grant no recompense? And can it be that laughter ends, With absent friends? O scholars! whom we wisest call, Who solve great questions at your ease, We ask the simplest of them all, And yet you cannot answer these! And is it thus your knowledge ends, To comfort friends? Dear Omar, should You chance to meet Our Brother Somewhere in the Gloom, 212 i p A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP } 1 V ■ / Pray give to Him a Message Sweet, From Brothers in the Tavern Room. He will not ask Who 'tis that sends, For We were Friends. Again a parting sail we see; Another boat has left the shore, A kinder soul on board has she Than ever left the land before. And as her outward course she bends, Sit closer, friends! —ARTHUR MACY The foundation of mutual agreeableness is often laid in a moment, but that of mutual con- fidence is a work of time. — KATHERINE E. CONWAY 213 c. A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP . 1 ^1 x: I—, P* GOOD-BYE, GOD BLESS YOU I like the Anglo-Saxon speech With its direct revealings ; It takes a hold and seems to reach Far down into your feelings; That some folk deem it rude, I know, And therefore they abuse it; But I have never found it so, Before all else I choose it. I don't object that men should air The Gallic they have paid for. With "Au revoir," "Adieu, ma chere," For that's what French was made for, But when a crony takes your hand At parting to address you, He drops all foreign lingo, and He says, "Good-bye, God bless you!" 214 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP , v "7^ This seems to be a sacred phrase With reverence impassioned; A thing come down from righteous days, Quaintly but nobly fashioned, It well becomes an honest face, A voice that's round and cheerful; It stays the sturdy in his place, And soothes the weak and fearful; Into the porches of the ears It steals with subtle unction, And in your heart of heart appears To work its gracious function; And all day long with pleasing song It lingers to caress you. I'm sure no human heart goes wrong That's told, "Good-bye, God bless you." —EUGENE FIELD 215 1 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP .'.,... ^v v. FRIENDSHIP— A TOAST The feast is spread, the wine flows free! And laugh and jest do both keep pace. We look beneath each other's face, Soul calls to soul in jollity A band of four in fealty. For words in this fleeting show to trace Something deeper, nobler; space To fling our nets in the unknown sea. A toast, dear friends. Rise one and all. "May ever our hearts and souls be bound Together in love. At the clarion call Of Friendship, be they forever found Ready and eager to rise or fall. But faithful still unto that sound Which death may not silence, nor fear enthral." —SUSANNA MASSEY 216 H p A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP n c BENEDICITE God's love and peace be with thee, where Soe'er this soft autumnal air Lifts the dark tresses of thy hair ! Whether through city casements comes Its kiss to thee, in crowded rooms, Or, out among the woodland blooms, It freshens o'er thy thoughtful face, Imparting in its glad embrace, Beauty to beauty, grace to grace ! Fair Nature's book together read, The old wood-paths that knew our tread, The maple shadows overhead, — The hills we climbed, the rivers seen By gleams along its deep ravine, — All keep thy memory fresh and green. 217 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP nZ zr Where'er I look, where'er I stray, Thy thought goes with me on my way, And hence the prayer I breathe to-day: O'er lapse of time and change of scene, The weary waste which lies between Thyself and me, my heart I lean. Thou lack'st not Friendship's spellword, 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. If, then, a fervent wish for thee The gracious heavens will heed from me, What should, dear heart, its burdens be? 218 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP V s *-1 — ' The sighing of a shaken reed, — What can I more than meekly plead The greatness of our common need? God's love, — unchanging, pure and true, — The Paraclete white-shining through His peace, — the fall of Hermon's dew ! With such a prayer on this sweet day, As thou mayst hear and I may say, I greet thee, dearest, far away ! —JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER All farewells should be sudden, when forever, Else they make an eternity of moments, And clog the last sad sands of life with tears. —BYRON And so, without more circumstance at all, I hold it fit that we shake hands and part. —SHAKESPEARE 2ig d T A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP . t 1 .. X zr INDEX TO POETICAL SELECTIONS Page Absent Friends 156 A Friend in Need 160 A Friend No More 64 A Friendship 118 A Legacy 86 A Life's Love 49 A Lost Friend 200 A Seat for Three 144 As for Me, I Have a Friend 13 A Sonnet 165 A Temple to Friendship 152 A True, True Friend 128 Ballade of Old Days . 95 Ben Bolt . 67 Benedicite 217 Bereavement 63 Bill and Joe 69 Dolce Far Niente 59 Dreams and Realities 187 220 j A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP -V 7 1 Page Epitaph on a Friend 122 Faithful Unto Death : 124 Farewell 209 Feast of All Souls 29 Friend and Lover 58 Friends (G. W. Carryl) 135 Friends (T. P. Garrison) 159 Friends (G. Hall) 149 Friends (W. E. Hendley) 44 Friends (H. H. Jackson) 18 Friends (W. S. Landor) 32 Friends (C. D. Stewart) 130 Friends and Foes 161 Friendship (H. G. Cone) 117 Friendship (E. Gosse) 119 Friendship (K. Philips) 19 Friendship (C. E. Prentiss) 112 Friendship (G. S. Viereck) 167 Friendship — A Toast 216 Friendship is Love's Full Beauty Unalloyed 166 From "In Memoriam" 204 221 L. pi A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP 3_ X L_ —r Page Give Me the Old 109 Hal and His Friends 105 If I Should Die 142 If I Should Die To-night 168 I Had a Friend 74 Indebtedness to Friendship 115 Joseph Rodman Drake 21 My Dead Friend 88 My Familiar , 192 My New Friend 121 Ode to Friendship 174 Old Comrades 76 Old Friends 131 One in a Thousand 53 Our Friends 146 Sit Closer, Friends 211 222 )| 1 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP V X Page Sung to a Friend 34 The Ballad of Bouillabaisse 98 The Face of a Friend 162 The Fire of Drift-wood 83 The Girdle of Friendship 16 The Joy of Friends 178 The Meeting of Foes and the Meeting of Friends. . 147 The Name of Friend 33 The Old Familiar Faces 107 The Royal Guest 39 The Three Sorts of Friends 127 The Times that Are 164 The Tippling Friend 146 The Two Friends 154 The Vale of Avoca 103 The Wish 12 The Years Are Angels 11 To a Friend 163 To an Old Friend 73 To Find a Friend 177 Waiting 202 223 H A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP , ( a X ~T Page What Are Another's Faults to Me? 145 Words for Parting 181 224 1 1 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP ~r X T- INDEX OF AUTHORS Page Addison, Joseph — Friend 151 — Quotation 162 Alcott, A. Bronson — Quotation 31 Allen, Elizabeth Akers — Faithful Unto Death 124 Ames, Mary Clemmer — Words for Parting 181 Anonymous — A Life's Love 49 — Bores 143 — Commend Me to That Generous Heart 61 —Dolce Far Niente 59 — Our Friends 146 Bartlett, J. — Quotation 178 Beecher, Henry Ward — Quotation 162 Bible — Quotation 48 — Quotation 208 Birrell, Augustine — Quotation 63 Blair, Robert — Indebtedness to Friendship 115 Black, Hugh — Quotation 15 Blessington, Lady — Quotation 158 Botta, Anne C. L. — Largess 51 Brooks, Phillips — Quotation 78 Bronte, Charlotte — Quotation 46 Budgell — Quotation 60 225 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP zr ^c T Page Bulwer-Lytton, Edward — Quotation 10 — Quotation 184 Burnett, James G. — Bereavement 63 Burns, Robert — Auld Lang Syne 92 Burroughs, John — Waiting 202 Byron, Lord — Epitaph on a Friend 122 — Quotation 219 Carey, Phoebe — Dreams and Realities 187 Carlyle, Thomas — Quotation 54 Carryl, Guy Wetmore — Friends 135 Caudle, Mrs. — The Tippling Friend 146 Channing, Grace Ellery — I Had a Friend 74 Chesterfield, Lord — Quotation 117 Cicero — Quotation 199 Clough, Arthur Hugh— Qua Cursum Ventus 27 Coates, Florence Earle — Song 138 Coleridge, Samuel Taylor— The Good Great Man . . 37 —The Three Sorts of Friends 127 Cone, Helen Gray — Friendship 117 Confucius — Quotation 50 Conway, Katherine E. — Quotation 80 — Quotation 138 — Quotation 141 —Quotation 156 — Quotation 213 226 \ A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP \ V Page Cooper, J. Fenimore — Quotation 63 Crane, Walter— A Seat for Three 144 Crosby, Ernest — Hearts 137 Davis, Mollie E. M. — Counsel 185 De La Rochefoucauld, Francois — Quotation 29 De Vere, Mary Aigne — Friend and Lover 58 Dickinson, Emily — Quotation 17 Duer, Alice — A Sonnet 165 Egyptian Proverb 97 Eliot, George — Quotation 143 Emerson, Ralph Waldo — Quotation 165 English, Thomas Dunn — Ben Bolt 67 Evelyn, John — Quotation 64 Farrar, F. W. — Quotation 104 Field, Eugene — Good-bye, God Bless You 214 Gannett, William C. — Quotation 38 Garrison, Theodosia Pickering — Friends 159 Gibbons, Cardinal — Quotation 195 Gilder, Richard Watson— The Years Are Angels . . 11 Goldsmith, Oliver — Quotation 35 Gosse, Edmund — Friendship 119 227 d s A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP J J ^r T Page Gowdy, John — To a Friend 163 Hake, Thomas Gordon — Friendship is Love's Full Beauty Unalloyed 166 Hale, Edward Everett — Quotation 51 Hall, Gertrude — Friends 149 Halleck, Fitz-Greene — Joseph Rodman Drake .... 21 Hazlitt, William — Quotation 32 Henley, William Ernest — Friends 44 Hoffman, Charles Fenno — Sparkling and Bright. . 79 Holmes, Oliver Wendell — Bill and Joe 69 — The Girdle of Friendship 16 Howe, Julia Ward— The Royal Guest 39 Howells, William Dean — Friends and Foes 161 Hubbard, Elbert— Quotation 18 — Quotation 61 Hugo, Victor — Quotation 134 Hunt, Leigh— Jaffar 139 Irving, Washington — Quotation 58 Jackson, Helen Hunt — Friends 18 — My New Friend 121 Jefferson, Joseph — Quotation 66 Jerrold, Douglas — Quotation 163 Johnson, Lionel — Friends 41 Johnson, Samuel — Quotation 72 Jonson, Ben — Quotation 11 228 c 1 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP .J X -7* Page Kimball, Harriet McEwen — Goodby 183 King, Ben F.— If I Should Die 142 — Like the New Friends Best 55 Landor, Walter Savage — Friends 32 — Quotation 94 Lavater — Quotation 8 Leland, Charles Godfrey— The Two Friends 154 Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth — The Fire of Drift- wood 83 Lover, Samuel — The Meeting of Foes and the Meet- ing of Friends 147 Mackay, Charles — Hal and His Friends 105 Macy, Arthur — Sit Closer, Friends 211 Martin, Arthur Patchett — Old Comrades 76 Massey, Gerald— Old Friends 131 Massey, Susanna — Friendship, A Toast 216 McGaffey, Ernest — As for Me, I Have a Friend . . 13 Messinger, Robert Hinckley — Give Me the Old .... 109 Mifflin, Lloyd— A Friend No More 64 Mitford, Mary Russell — Quotation 10 Montaigne — Quotation 164 Moore, Thomas — A Temple to Friendship 152 — The Vale of Avoca 103 Naden, Constance C. W. — Friendship 23 Napoleon— Quotation 199 229 1 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP ( J a: Page Norton, Caroline Elizabeth Sarah— We Have Been Friends Together 81 O'Connor, Joseph — A True, True Friend 128 Ogden, Ruth — Quotation 161 O'Reilly, John Boyle — A Lost Friend 200 Ouida — Quotation 28 Palmer, Mrs. George Archibald — "Well, Good- bye!" 190 Phelps, Elizabeth Stuart— Sung to a Friend 34 Phillips, Katherine — Friendship 19 Plutarch— Quotation 184 Pollok, Robert— The Face of a Friend 162 Pope, Alexander — Quotation 61 Prentiss, Caroline Edwards — Friendship 112 Proverbs — Quotation 137 — Quotation 195 Putnam, Frank— To Find a Friend 177 Quince, P. — Ode to Friendship 174 Raleigh, Walter— Quotation n Reid, Christian — Regret 196 Riley, James Whitcomb — Jim 170 — Reach Your Hand to Me 5 Roebuck — Quotation 203 Rogers, Robert Cameron— To an Old Friend 73 Rogers, Samuel — Feast of All Souls 29 Romaine, Harry — One in a Thousand 53 Roscommon — Quotation 4 230 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP zr Page Ruskin, John — Quotation 46 Saxe, John Godfrey — My Familiar 192 Scandinavian Edda — Quotation 180 Schopenhauer — Quotation 26 Scollard, Clinton — Quotation 143 Seneca — Quotation 78 — Quotation 132 — Quotation , 163 Shakespeare, William — Sonnet 75 — Quotation 2ig Sherman, Frank Dempster — The Joy of Friends . . 178 Shirley, James — The Name of Friend 33 Sidney, Philip — Quotation 108 Smith, Arabella E.— If I Should Die To-night 168 Smith, Robert — Quotation 186 Stanton, Frank L. — My Dead Friend 88 Stevenson, Robert Louis — Quotation 116 Stewart, Charles D. — Friends 130 Stinson, S. Scott— Ballade of Old Days 95 Story, W. W.— Quotation 151 Swift, Jonathan — What Are Another's Faults to Me 145 Symonds, John Addington — Give Freely to the Friend Thou Hast 52 Taylor, Jeremy — Quotation 40 Tennyson, Alfred — From "In Memoriam" 204 Thackeray, William Makepeace — Quotation 87 —The Ballad of Bouillabaisse 98 231 A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP X ~r Page Thomas, Margaret — Absent Friends 156 Thompson, Maurice — Farewell 209 Thoreau, David Henry — Quotation 4.6 Trumbull, H. Clay— Quotation 112 — Quotation 129 — Quotation 153 — Quotation 155 — Quotation 203 — Quotation 210 Twain, Mark — Quotation 146 Van Dyke, Henry — A Friend In Need 160 — Friendship 9 — Quotation 141 Viereck, George Sylvester — Friendship 167 Warwick — Quotation 91 Washington, George — Quotation 177 Webster, Daniel— The Memory of the Heart 62 Wells, Amos R. — Quotation 160 Whitcher, Frances Miriam — Widow Bedott to Elder Sniffles 30 Whiting, Charles Goodrich — Quotation 57 Whitman, Walt — Quotation 120 Whittier, John Greenleaf — A Legacy 86 — Benedicite 217 Winter, William— The Wish 12 Wordsworth, William — The Times That Are 164 232 \ I A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP . L -, (hos-**- (0. h a*a X 7, "^^T H^ EEP- Friendship is a word, the very sight of which in print makes the heart warm. —AUGUSTINE BIRRELL A BOOK OF FRIENDSHIP LIBRARY OF CONGRESS #| 111111111111111 021 899 035 6 HH I Miri w HH inn