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We twa hac run about the braes,
We dreamed together of the days, the dreamAnd pu'd the gouans fine ;
bright days to come, But we've wandered mony a weary foot We were strictly confidential, and we called Sin' auld lang syne.
each other “chum." For auld, etc.
And many a day we wandered together o'er the We twa hae paidl't i' the burn,
hills, Frae mornin' sun till dine ;
I seeking bugs and butterflies, and she, the Bnt seas between us braid hae roared
ruined mills Sin' aull lang syne.
And rustic bridges, and the like, that picture. For auld, etc.
To run in with their waterfalls, and groves, and And here's a hand, my trusty fiere,
suinmer skies. And gie's a hand o' thine ; And we'll tak a night guid-willie waught And many a quiet evening, in hours of silent For auld lang syne.
ease, For (luid, etc.
We floated down the river, or strolled beneath
the trees, And surely ye 'll be your pint-stowp, And talked, in long gradation from the poets to And surely I'll be mine ;
the weather, And we'll tak a cup o' kindness yet While the western skies and my cigar burned For auld lang syne.
slowly out together. For auld, etc.
Yet through it all no whispered word, no tell
tale glance or sigh, Told aught of warmer sentiment than friendly
We talked of love as coolly as we talked of
nebulæ, I HAD sworn to be a bachelor, she had sworn to be a maid,
And thought no more of being one than we did For we quite agreed in doubting whether matri
of being three. mony paid ; Besides, we had our higher loves,
Well, good by, chum !” I took her hand, for fair science
the time had come to go. ruled my heart,
My going meant our parting, when to meet, we And she sail her young affections were all wound
did not know.
I had lingered long, and said farewell with a So we laughed at those wise men who say that
very heavy heart; friendship cannot live
For although we were but friends, 't is hard for
honest friends to part. 'Twixt man and woman, unless each has something more to give :
“Good-by, old fellow! don't forget your friends We would be friends, and friends as true as e'er
beyond the sea, were man and man ;
And some day, when you've lots of time, drop a I'd be a second David, and she Miss Jonathan.
line or two to me."
The words came lightly, gayly, but a great sob, We scorned all sentimental trash,
just behind, tears, and sighs ;
Welled upward with a story of quite a different High frien Iship, such as ours, might well such
kind. chillish arts despise ; We liked cach other, that was all, quite all there And then she raised her eyes to mine, - great was to say,
liquid eyes of blue, So we just shook hands upon it, in a business Filled to the brim, and running o'er, like violet sort of way.
cups of dew;
One long, long glance, and then I did, what I We shareil our secrets and our joys, together
never did before hope and feareal,
Perhaps the tears meant friendship, but I'm With common purpose sought the goal that
sure the kiss meant more. young Ambition reareal :
mp in art.
WILLIAM B TIKKFTT.
A TEMPLE TO FRIENDSHIP. Heaven gives us friends to bless the present
scene ; “A TEMPLE to Friendship,” cried Laura, en. Resumes then, to prepare us for the next. chanted,
Night Toughs. “I'll build in this garden ; the thought is di- T is sweet, as year by year we lose vine."
Friends out of sight, in faith to muse So the temple was built, and she now only How grows in Paradise our store. wanted
Burial of the Dead. An image of Friendship, to place on the shrine.
I praise the Frenchman,* his remark was shrewd, So she flew to the sculptor, who sat down before How sweet, how passing sweet is solitude ! her
But grant me still a friend in my retreat, An image, the fairest his art could invent; Whom I may whisper, Solitude is sweet. But so cold, and so dull, that the youthful
adorer Saw plainly this was not the Friendship she
CHOICE FRIENDS. meant.
True happiness “O, never,” said she, “could I think of en. Consists not in the multitude of friends, shrining
But in the worth and choice. An image whose looks are so joyless and dim; Cynthia's Revels.
BEN JONSON. But yon little god upon roses reclining, We'll make, if you please, sir, a Friendship of Burns with one love, with one resentment glows.
A generous friendship no cold medium knows, him."
HOMER, Pope's Trans.
Iliad, Book ix.
So the bargain was struck ; with the little god Statesman, yet friend to truth! of soul sincere, laden,
In action faithful, and in honor clear ; She joyfully flew to her home in the grove. Who broke no promise, served no private end, “Farewell,” said the sculptor, “you 're not the Who gained no title, and who lost no friend. first maiden
Epistle to Alr. Addison. Who came but for Friendship, and took away Like the stained web that whitens in the sun, Love !"
Grow pure by being purely shone upon.
Lalla Rookh : The Veiled Prophet of Khorassan. T. MOORE.
Or gave his father grief but when he died.
Epitaph on the Hon. S. Harcourt.
Thongh last, not least, in love!
Julins Casar, Ad iii. Sc. 1.
Friendship above all ties does bind the heart; Friendship is the cement of two minds,
And faith in friendship is the noblest part.
Be kind to my remains ; and 0, defend,
Against your judgment, your departed friend !
Epistle to Congreve.
O summer friendship, Flowers are lovely; Love is flower-like;
Whose flattering leaves, that shadowed us in Friendship is a sheltering tree ;
Our prosperity, with the least gust drop off
The Maid of lionor.
• La Bruyère, says Bartlett.
EARL OF ORRERY.
S. T. COLERIDGE.
Like summer friends,
A friend should bear his friend's infirmities,
What the declined is
A handsome house to lodge a friend,
A river at my garden's end.
Imitation of Horace, Book ii. Sat. 6.
Welcome the coming, speed the parting guest. Is such a friend, that one had need
Odyssey, Book xv Translation of POPE.
Whoe'er has travelled life's dull round,
COWPER. Where'er his stages may have been, Give me the avowed, the erect, the manly foe,
May sigh to think he still has found
The warmest welcome at an inn. Bold I can meet, — perhaps may turn his blow;
Written on a IVindow of an Inn. But of all plagues, good Heaven, thy wrath can send,
And do as adversaries do in law, Save, save, oh ! save me from the Candid Friend!
Strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends. New Morality.
Taming of the Shrew, dat i. Sc. 2.
COMPLIMENT AND ADMIRATION.
WHEN IN THE CHRONICLE OF WASTED | How could he see to do them ? having made one, TIME,
Methinks it should have power to steal both his,
And leave itself unfurnished.
FROM "TWELFTH NIGHT," ACT I. SC. S.
and white I see their antique pen would have expressed Nature's own sweet and cunning land laid on : Even such a beauty as you master now.
Lady, you are the cruel'st she alive, So all their praises are but prophecies
If you will lead these graces to the grave, of this our time, all you prefiguring ;
And leave the world no copy.
TO MISTRESS MARGARET HUSSEY. Have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise.
Gentle as falcon,
Or hawk of the tower ;
With solace and gladness,
Much mirth and no madness,
All good and no badness ;
Far, far passing What is love? 't is not hereafter;
That I can indite,
Or suffice to wri
Of merry Margaret,
As unidsummer flower,
Gentle as falcon
Or hawk of the tower ;
As fair Isiphil,
Good Cassander; Fair Portia's counterfeit? What demi-god
Stedfast of thought, Hath come so near creation ? Move these eyes?
Well made, well wrougi... Or whether, riding on the balls of unine,
Far may be sought Seem they in motion ? Here are severed lips,
Ere you can find Parted with sugar breath ; so sweet a bar
So courteous, so kind, Should sunder such sweet friends: Here in her
As merry Margaret, hairs
This midsummer flower, The painter plays the spider ; and hath woven
Gentle as falcon, A golden mesh to entrap the hearts of men,
Or hawk of the tower. Faster than gnats in cobwebs : But her eyes,
In all this world, as thinketh me,
As my sweet sweeting.
As my sweet sweeting.
THE FORWARD VIOLET THUS DID I
SONNET XCIX. The forwari violet thus did I chide : Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet
More flowers I noted, yet I none could see,
THERE IS A GARDEN IN HER FACE.
FROM "AN HOURE'S RECREATION IN MUSICKE," 1636. THERE is a garden in her face,
Where roses and white lilies blow; A heavenly paradise is that place,
Wherein all pleasant fruits do grow ; There cherries grow that none may buy, Till cherry-ripe themselves do cry.
But if thy ruby lip it spy,
As kiss it thou mayest deign, With envy pale 't will lose its dye, And Yorkish turn again.
A VISION OF BEAUTY.