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perience this sort of thing; if

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as your bridal gift and your con1,hat and retire.

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it'is a bad wife it is competent for on bround and console him; but by a certain

or generosity which makes women Lini sher seldom avail themselves of any such

they www.eve. Insulted, ill-used, and neglected, they do Les *** Whato or clubs, but they have been known

Pety, in suicide, in good works, but most Ridspund in prayer.

istAwver thorough and excessive, is hardly ever die inspirare in friendships between characters of a maatal cast. This observation experience justifies und Berty corroborates. The finer the nature the

fendiney, when deprived of any valid reason for nis an absolute and general submission.' What

• Het w him, what is she to any of us? We make a great

**? her, and erect statues to her, and prate about her Motor we brentho--if we have it not we die, but we

vis and we don't really care a pin about our liberty. 11 wwlike is a despotism-an iron despotism that we have

for ourselves, and we elect to grovel under it and memohon it, and hug our chains tighter and tighter the

One of these dicta was written by a man, and the whep boy # woman, and we leave our readers to detect the ***'lim or feminine ring in which they will.

Apority and adversity aro commonly supposed to be Ano Norwins of estrangement, and the onus is in such cases whip invariably laid on the fortunate man's shoulders; but in woonolusions of this kind there is often much injustice. 1 port from our own experience, we investigate such I miss him as come within our own observation, we shall see Thai riep out of three times the fault lies on the other side. There is much kindness and indulgence shown towards mune in the world, though it is the fashion in books li wire the contrary; moreover, it is more easy for the patent and fortunato to bo forboaring, generous, and

cordial,

cordial, than for those who have toiled and failed, whose venture has been wrecked, and who have, so to speak, been made to bite the dust. Prosperity develops all that is unworthy and sordid in a low and unrefined nature, and it is the beggar who goes to the devil when he is set on horseback. But our remarks have reference only to those whose minds are of a certain elevation and nobleness, and with this limitation we affirm that success gives fresh vigour and energy to all good qualities, but adversity is a most severe and crucial test of temper. If some great and continuous good fortune creates any excessive and painful contrast of position and circumstances between men who have been friends, and there lies hidden in the character of the less prosperous person but one spark of envy or churlishness, one atom of vanity or selfishness, if there is the shadow of want of trust in his friend or trust in himself, these things are sure to appear in all their repulsiveness, and stand between him and his better self. He will be cold in his congratulations, or bitter in his comments, harping on his own misfortunes, or striving to diminish the merits of the other man. He will grudge in his heart, and be cold and haughty, and resentful of kindness, as he never was in better times, or he will wear an injured air, and be ostentatiously humble--se poser en victime in short-than which there is nothing more aggravating to behold. It is as well to own at once that such a position is a difficult one to both parties. Nothing but genuine humility or good self-assurance will save the less fortunate man from betraying this foolish touchiness, and nothing but immense tact, and an earnest, sincere, and persistent cordiality from the other side will overcome it if it once appears. But all this it is worth while to try. "The days will soon be over, and the minutes are of gold. Alas! if we knew, if we only knew, how in the shadow of after years, when the blood runs frostily in the veins, and friends are few, and the energy to make new ones has departed from us, we may miss from our side the one whom perhaps of all others we loved the best, and remember too late the resentful acquiescence, and the little sympathy and generosity we felt in his success on the one hand, and, on the other, our stinted tenderness and small patience to the downcast and wounded in spirit, we should cast away our own supineness and indifference and strive, while yet there is time, and with our best strength, to save the stranding bark of friendship.

If it be said that we take an extreme view of the rights, the duties, and the privileges of a friend, or that we overestimate the value attached to the possession of one, it must

be

for en member that there is about friendship this peculiarity, Amerpom supermer, asaliseegusted from all other ties whatBernt is contractei rulantarily, and by free selection; here, there and and relationship, a man has no choice, se have male teen home into marriage through the force of

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swim ad mixences, for a than then the wil de Sacation, and the

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you know his intimate friends, or meet him in company with them,' is the conclusion of the author of Friends in Council.

Incendere quod adoraveram—'Is it for dis I painted you in stripes, and stuck a feather in your tail ?' demanded the angry negro before he finally devoted his disobedient fetish to the flames. All history teems with such sentences as these : 'From having been his warmest friend he became his bitterest, foe.' 'After their quarrel these two men, formerly so, attached, became distinguished for their mutual and implacable enmity.' So true it is that the delirium of the convert is duly equalled by the vindictive animosity of a former idolater. As civil war is more cruel than any ordinary war, so are the feuds of parted friends more unappeasable than any other kind of feud. There is about these the sense of keen, personal animus not only felt but displayed. The unrestrained confidence of close attachment has made each combatant well aware of the weak points, and with a cruel instinct guides his sword to the tender or unprotected place. In this there is unquestionably a certain ungenerosity almost amounting to treachery; and, if it were fairly set forth to the contending parties, few but the very base would willingly act in this fashion ; but the temptation is great, and yielded to almost

! unconsciously ; indeed, only very lofty natures are capable of ruling their thoughts, and shaping their words and deeds wholly uninfluenced by previous knowledge and wounded affections.

Sometimes the rupture is unequal, and the friendship fails on one side only, and no amount of heart-yearning, no earnest endeavour, no pleading as tender and importunate as woman's prayer, can draw together the silver cords so loosened, or warm that death into life. Then comes the doubt, not of loving, but of being loved, when it is felt that anxiety and selfdenial are so carelessly regarded, the loving sacrifice so little considered, tenderness so negligently handled, patience so hardly strained, mortifications so needlessly inflicted; and thus it comes to pass that the heart is consumed on the altar without even so much ceremony as the saying of a mass over the offering. Sometimes, indeed, we have seen these victims persist in repenting and reproaching themselves, though for no transgression, in the futile hope of wringing an avowal of regret, å demand for pardon, nay, even the shadow of an entreaty for forgiveness. Bootless effort ! O hook so vainly baited! And then the bitter memory of that unavailing concession of right to wrong is stored up to shrivel the fading flower of affection, and the fire of it passes over the dim red

embers

embers of expiring friendship, causing them to assume the pallor of ashes. Gone! irrevocably gone! A divorce is pronounced as final as ever was decreed by man—an interdict as heavy and potent as ever was uttered by Pontiff. Then bury your dead, and make no moan for him. A friendship resuscitated after this is about as likely to live as a galvanised corpse.

A hopeless estrangement, arising from a collision on first principles, sometimes divides very true and loyal friends. Some momentous question is at issue, or a crisis occurs in which it is necessary to act as well as think, and the effect of this is to bring to light a radical difference of opinion respecting the way certain things are to be regarded or dealt with. One man will cling to faith, the other will hold to reason; one will dream of loyalty to a dynasty, the other of patriotism to his country; one will uphold the cause of order, the other has espoused the cause of liberty. A grave cause of difference is not unfrequently the devotion of the one to some particular doctrine, which the other is unable even to discuss with equanimity; or, again, the exhibition of great severity or great indulgence towards particular sins or sinners. Reasons of this kind have separated, and will separate, many noble hearts. The division is complete and lasting—the healing not in their lifetime. Yet the actual existence and presence of personal esteem and attachment is still felt, though not seen; as it has wrought, it still does work. In proportion to the freedom with which it sprang up is its hardness in dying out. It lives even in shadow and sorrow after the wrench of separation, when meeting more in this life, and hope of it, except as enrolled in opposing armies, and marching under different banners, is over for evermore.

We will conclude with a passage ad rem from the writings of one who has in his time suffered perhaps more severely from such causes than it has fallen to the lot of any living man to do:

'It was a weary time, that long suspense when with aching hearts we stood on the brink of a change; and it was like death to witness and to undergo when first one and then the other disappeared from the eyes of their fellow; and then friends stood on different sides of a gulf, and for years knew nothing of each other or their welfare; and then they fancied of each other the thing that was not, and there were misunderstandings and jealousies, and each saw each other as his ghost only in imagination and in memory; and all was suspense and anxiety, and hope delayed, and ill-requited care. But now it is all over, the morning is come, the separate shall

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