HIS matter of friendship is often
regarded slightingly as a mere
accessory of life, a happy chance if
one falls into it, but not as entering
into the substance of life. No mis-
take can be greater. It is, as Emer-
1
son says, not a thing of
a thing of "Glass
threads or frost-work, but the solid-
est thing we know.”

-T. T. Munger.

MALL service is true service while it lasts;

SMAL

Of friends, however humble, scorn not one;

The daisy, by the shadow that it casts,

Protects the lingering dewdrop from the sun.
-Wordsworth.

friends.

FTER a man has passed forty years of age he makes no more He has passed the period when it is possible for him to open his heart and confide its best secrets to anybody who did not possess them before; but there is no period, if he lives to be one hundred, when, if the sun still shines for him as it did at twenty, his heart cannot open to a man whose heart is also open to the rays of the god of day, that he cannot look out and find a man who can sympathize with his success, who can grieve with him in his sorrows, who can give him a helping hand-not in a pecuniary or gross sense-but a helping hand if he is blue or tired, and who can always be relied upon, either at the festive board or away from it, to say, "Old man, your hand. God help you; I will."

Chauncey M. Depew.

EN as a traveler, meeting with the shade
Of some o'erhanging tree, awhile reposes,

Then leaves its shelter to pursue his way,
So men meet friends, then part with them forever.
-Hitopadesa.

'TIS pity

That wishing well had not a body in't, Which might be felt; that we, the poorer born, Whose baser stars do shut us up in wishes, Might with effects of them follow our friends.

-Shakspere.