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the man or his designs who would make the 
very highest use of me short of an all-adventur¬ 
ing friendship. The field where friends have 
met is consecrated forever. Man seeks friend¬ 
ship out of the desire to realize a home here. 
As the Indian thinks he receives into himself 
the courage and strength of his conquered en¬ 
emy, so we add to ourselves all the character 
and heart of our friend. He is my creation. I 
can do what I will with him. There is no pos¬ 
sibility of being thwarted. The friend is like 
w T ax in the rays'that fall from our own hearts. 
My friend does not take my word for anything, 
but he takes me. He trusts me as Intrust my¬ 
self. We only need to be as true to others as 
w T e are to ourselves that there may be ground 
enough for friendship. In the beginnings of 
friendship, for it does not grow, we realize such 
love and justice as are attributed to God. 
Very few are they from whom we derive any 
information. The most only announce and tell 
tales, but the friend in-forms. How simple is 
the natural connection of events. We complain 
greatly of the want of flow and sequence in 
books, but if the journalist only move himself 
from Boston to New York, and speak as before, 
there is link enough. And so there would be 
if he w r ere as careless of connection and order 
when he stayed at home, and let the incessant 
