Oh, be my friend, and teach me to be thine! 765 EMERSON:  Forbearance.

The friendships of the world are oft Confederacies in vice, or leagues of pleasure. 766 ADDISON:  Cato, Act iii., Sc. 1.

Two friends, two bodies with one soul inspir’d. 767 POPE:  Iliad, Bk. xvi., Line 267.

Officious, innocent, sincere,
Of every friendless name the friend.
768
DR. JOHNSON:  Verses on the Death of Mr, Robert Levet, St. 2.

Small service is true service while it lasts.  Of humblest friends, bright creature! scorn not one:  The daisy, by the shadow that it casts, Protects the lingering dewdrop from the sun. 769 WORDSWORTH:  To a Child.

=Front.=

His fair large front and eye sublime declar’d
Absolute rule.
770
MILTON:  Par.  Lost, Bk. iv., Line 297.

=Frost.=

All the panes are hung with frost,
Wild wizard-work of silver lace.
771
T.B.  ALDRICH:  Latakia.

What miracle of weird transforming
Is this wild work of frost and light,
This glimpse of glory infinite!
772
WHITTIER:  The Pageant, St. 8

But, oh! fell death’s untimely frost
  That nipt my flower sae early.
773
BURNS:  Highland Mary.

=Fruit.=

The ripest fruit first falls.
774
SHAKS.:  Richard II., Act ii., Sc. 1.

=Fury.=

Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned. 775 CONGREVE:  Mourning Bride, Act iii., Sc. 8.

Beware the fury of a patient man. 776 DRYDEN:  Absalom and Achitophel, Pt. i., Line 1005.

=Futurity.=

The dread of something after death,
The undiscover’d country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will;
And makes us rather bear those ills we have,
Than fly to others that we know not of.
777
SHAKS.:  Hamlet, Act iii., Sc. 1.

O Death, O Beyond,
Thou art sweet, thou art strange!
778
MRS. BROWNING:  Rhapsody of Life’s Progress.

Ah Christ, that it were possible
For one short hour to see
The souls we loved, that they might tell us
What and where they be.
779
TENNYSON:  Maud, Pt. xxvi., St. 3.

Trust no future, howe’er pleasant! 
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
780
LONGFELLOW:  Psalm of Life.

==G.==

=Gain.=

Remote from cities liv’d a swain,
Unvex’d with all the cares of gain.
781
GAY:  Fables, Pt. i., The Shepherd and the Philosopher.

=Gale.=

So fades a summer cloud away;
  So sinks the gale when storms are o’er.
782
MRS. BARBAULD:  Death of the Virtuous.

Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale. 783 BURNS:  The Cotter’s Saturday Night.