The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1880-02-15
For the Sunday Bulletin,
FRIENDSHIP.
The friends who In oursunshine live.
When winter comes are flown,
And he VINO has but tears to rive,
Must weep those tears alone


When winter comes are flown,
And he who has but tears to give,
Must weep those tears alone
Let us not weep too long or greye too
greatly over the discoveries of treaChery or
untaithtulness in those We trusted fondly as
friends. Let Us not dispair because We
have made mistakes IN our blindness, by
cnshrining unworthy embodiments. We
may have chosen unwisely, and, perhaps,
have not always founded our ideal friend
ship on the sound and alone enduring basis
OF moral worth. Hence our bitter dsap.
pointments, are sent TO teach Us higher
standard, clearer insight, a higher wis
dom when we again choose a friend. No
matter how prepossessing in manly dignity,
how bewtching in feminine beauty, how
exalted in social stature, and possessed OF
all the outward graces that attract ana win,
il the heart be not sound with fearless
truthtu.ness and love OF right, he or she is
unworthy Of the name Of friend.
If scLtishness rules the life it cannot adj
nit the benign influence of charity and
beneyolencc, if vanity and pride are guild
ing stars, they viii serve only to misiead.
II no faculty Of sacrifice dwe!s in the
spirit, that friend will fail you in the hour
OF need The heart that is closed again &
"anothcr's Woe will turn coldly away even
from the companion of many hours when
the winter OF adversely sets in. But ii we
build only on the lndestructible tounda-
tlun Of a noble character the temple of
friendship will endure forever. A tried
and trusted friend What a soothing
charm in the words. One who shares the
lofty aspirations Of my spirit with a sym
pathetic comprehension and full apprecia.
ton, who makes my care
his own. my sorrow his thought,
my JOY recompensc. The shadows that en-.
circle me cast their reflections on his life;
the brightness opening before me is
source OF delight 10 him. In his heart my
very mood finds response; my soaring fan
cieS meet his own winged thought; my
conSccrated ambitions win lis blessing
he understands my purposes Of life, con
strues Alright my motions, and even inspires
ME for the beautiful, the good, the true.
When the cold hand of the world gives
me stones Tor bread, my friends hands dis
pense to me the swectcned bread Of true
affection
In lis large hospitabIc soul | find all
compensations for the GOODNESS and heart
lessncss Of others. From all the turmoiIs
Of business, care and antagonism outside,
| rest in peace beneath his widespread
tent Ny dreams Of hope and earth, and
heaven find the glowing response of heart
that cntcrtains hike aims of beauty. Even
in silence there is accord Of thought be-
tween us To find and keep this friend
must be worthy must purify my every
feeling and cnnoblc my purposes anew.
must render unto him the fitting tribute Of
perfect trust, and receiving this he will sus
tain my weakness, and add greatly to my
strength, and my whole life will be exalted
by this friendship.
When wcTctun thanks for all the bless
ngs Showerod upon us--for material pros.
peri,y and spiritual adyancement-lct Us
not forget to praise Him for the boon that
brightens life with RAYS from heaven--thc
possession of true friend. !. A. VI,
CAIRO, His, Feb. II, 1880.