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, But the poor mansion offers thee its best. THE QUARREL OF FRIENDS. ALAS! they had been friends in youth: And life is thorny; and youth is vain; Doth work like madness in the brain. And insult to his heart's best brother; But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining. They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs which had been rent asunder; A dreary sea now flows between, But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been. S. T. COLERIDGE. 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, But how to find a fitting lay for thee, Who hast the harmonies of every time? O friend beloved! I sit apart and dumb, Thou art to me most like a royal guest, Whose travels bring him to some lowly roof, FRIENDSHIP. A RUDDY drop of manly blood The world uncertain comes and goes, I fancied he was fled, And, after many a year, Glowed unexhausted kindliness, Like daily sunrise there. My careful heart was free again ; O friend, my bosom said, Through thee alone the sky is arched, Through thee the rose is red; All things through thee take nobler form, And look beyond the earth; The mill-round of our fate appears A sun-path in thy worth. Me too thy nobleness has taught To master my despair; The fountains of my hidden life RALPH WALDO EMERSON. FRIENDSHIP. HAM. Horatio, thou art e'en as just a man No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp, Whose blood and judgment are so well co-mingled, man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him SHAKESPEARE. MARTIAL FRIENDSHIP. FROM "CORIOLANUS.” [Aufidius the Volscian to Caius Marcius Coriolanus.] AUF. O Marcius, Marcius ! Dreamt of encounters 'twixt thyself and me, Had we no other quarrel else to Rome, but that A thousand welcomes ! SHAKESPEARE. THE MEMORY OF THE HEART. Ir stores of dry and learned lore we gain, edge call, whate'er we knowl There is the common ledger for them all; Each word thou hast spoke hath weeded from my Warm, golden letters all the tablet fill, heart A root of ancient envy. If Jupiter Should from yond' cloud speak divine things, and say, Nor lose their luster till the heart stands still. DANIEL WEBSTER. "T is true," I'd not believe them more than thee, WHEN TO THE SESSIONS OF SWEET SILENT All-noble Marcius. - Let me twine Mine arms about that body, where-against We have a power on foot; and I had purpose THOUGHT. SONNET. WHEN to the sessions of sweet silent thought SHAKESPEARE. EARLY FRIENDSHIP. Besides, we had our higher loves, fair science ruled my heart, And she said her young affections were all woundTM up in art. So we laughed at those wise men who say that friendship cannot live 'Twixt man and woman, unless each has something more to give : THE half-seen memories of childish days, last endure. AUBREY DE VERE. A TEMPLE TO FRIENDSHIP. We would be friends, and friends as true as e'er were man and man ; I'd be a second David, and she Miss Jonathan. We scorned all sentimental trash, childish arts despise ; vows, kisses, We liked each other, that was all, quite all there was to say, So we just shook hands upon it, in a business sort of way. A TEMPLE to Friendship," cried Laura, en- We shared our secrets and our joys, together chanted, hoped and feared, "I'll build in this garden; the thought is With common purpose sought the goal that young divine." So the temple was built, and she now only wanted Ambition reared; We dreamed together of the days, the dreambright days to come, We e were strictly confidential, and we called each other "chum." So she flew to the sculptor, who sat down before her hills, "Well, good by, chum !" I took her hand, for The words came lightly, gayly, but a great sob, the time had come to go. just behind, My going meant our parting, when to meet, we Welled upward with a story of quite a different did not know. I had lingered long, and said farewell with a very heavy heart; For although we were but friends, 't is hard for honest friends to part. kind. And then she raised her eyes to mine, great liquid eyes of blue, Filled to the brim, and running o'er, like violet cups of dew; "Good by, old fellow ! don't forget your friends One long, long glance, and then I did, what I beyond the sea, never did before And some day, when you've lots of time, drop a Perhaps the tears meant friendship, but I'm line or two to me. sure the kiss meant more. WILLIAM B. TERRETT, |