The age-herald., 1901-05-26
THE MURMUR OF THE WORLD.

The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail, And you are staid for: There-my
 blessing with you;
 And these few precepts in thy memory
 keep;
 Look thou character. Give thy thoughts
 no tongue.
 Nor any unproportion'd thought his act Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar The friends thou hast, and their adop-
 ton tried,
 Grapple them to thy soul with hooks of But do not dull thy palm with entertain
 ment
 Of each new-hatch'd. unfedgd comrade.
 Beware
 Of entrance to quarrel; but, being in. Bear 1t that the opposer may beware
 of thee.
 Give every man thine ear, but few thy
 voice;
 Take each mans censure, but reserve
 thy judgment.
 Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not express'd in fancy; rich, not
 gaudy;
 For the apparel oft proclaims the man. Neither a borrower, nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend; And borrowing dulls the edge of hus-
 bandry.
 This above alto thine ownself be true; And it must follow, as the night the
 day,
 Thou canst not then be false to any man.
 ''But do not dull thy palm
 With entertainment of each
 New-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade,'
 My beloved.
 J The words put into the mouth of old Polonius of long centuries ago are as apt and as applicable to-day as they were then, and no amount of usage can make them old and out of time; they are of the for ever, of all time They belong to the thousand, two thousand years that are dead They are the living truth, and shall not perish as long as truth survives, and truth shall not pass.
 Friendship-which is the real comrade- ship, is no plant of nasty growth: though set in esteem's deep-fixed and fertile basis of confidence and trust and love. 1t oft takes years to bring 1t to perfection.
 Friendship, my beloved, like the ivy, clings to olden times and olden things Damon and Pythias were not the chance associates of yesterday. True comradery is not full-fiedged of last nights wine cup. The song of the heart Is not called forth at the crossing of the ways. Soul does not link itself to soul at the bidding of an idle roysterer, that you shake hands with his friend.
 Know you, before all heaven and earth that you are Agnes and you Andrew, to paraphrase Emerson, does not mean that thereupon and In that identical moment are two souls united in friendship. Else friendship would be a lie in the unspirit- ual battledore and shuttlecock of fools passing fancy.
 Behold, the idle introduction of an idler is not the sign of friendship. Love be- twixt man and woman may be born of a glance, sigh, a smile, but the real comradery which is friendship in its most exalted sense comes by other means. No two souls under the eternal blue ever were friends, save when they had known one another and trusted.
 
 Love is another condition. Love in the sexual sense is needless, headstrong riot ous, blind and unreasoning. Love sweeps men and women, maiden and youth, off their feet and sends them whirling in the turbulent waters of wild desire to claim possession of the beloved of this world and touch the stars of the world above us; a masterful and mastering feeling to possess it's own for its own, or die in the intoxicating endeavor to dominate all the universe of its own rosy and far-reaching vision; sense of importance that would pluck the violent and hang 1t upon the rainbow as a wreath to adorn before all the gods of human desires and ambitions. A love that is not like that, of. that, for that, Is not love at all; 1t is fancy, created of the light of eyes and the throb of hot hearts, to die with music's voluptuous sweet A love that would not dare and do and die Is the towards sub terfuge of mere human wishes into which there enters no spiritual quality. love which does not say to her, Thou art very empress of a woman," or to him, Thou are a very emperor of men," is a love of the marts of trade or the muck heaps; a thing which. money or, mere animal desire may win and wear as its