The violence of love is as much to be dreaded as that of hate.  When it is durable it is serene and equable.  Even its famous pains begin only with the ebb of love, for few are indeed lovers, though all would fain be.  It is one proof of a man’s fitness for Friendship that he is able to do without that which is cheap and passionate.  A true Friendship is as wise as it is tender.  The parties to it yield implicitly to the guidance of their love, and know no other law nor kindness.  It is not extravagant and insane, but what it says is something established henceforth, and will bear to be stereotyped.  It is a truer truth, it is better and fairer news, and no time will ever shame it, or prove it false.  This is a plant which thrives best in a temperate zone, where summer and winter alternate with one another.  The Friend is a necessarius, and meets his Friend on homely ground; not on carpets and cushions, but on the ground and on rocks they will sit, obeying the natural and primitive laws.  They will meet without any outcry, and part without loud sorrow.  Their relation implies such qualities as the warrior prizes; for it takes a valor to open the hearts of men as well as the gates of castles.  It is not an idle sympathy and mutual consolation merely, but a heroic sympathy of aspiration and endeavor.

     “When manhood shall be matched so
       That fear can take no place,
     Then weary works make warriors
       Each other to embrace.”

The Friendship which Wawatam testified for Henry the fur-trader, as described in the latter’s “Adventures,” so almost bare and leafless, yet not blossomless nor fruitless, is remembered with satisfaction and security.  The stern, imperturbable warrior, after fasting, solitude, and mortification of body, comes to the white man’s lodge, and affirms that he is the white brother whom he saw in his dream, and adopts him henceforth.  He buries the hatchet as it regards his friend, and they hunt and feast and make maple-sugar together.  “Metals unite from fluxility; birds and beasts from motives of convenience; fools from fear and stupidity; and just men at sight.”  If Wawatam would taste the “white man’s milk” with his tribe, or take his bowl of human broth made of the trader’s fellow-countrymen, he first finds a place of safety for his Friend, whom he has rescued from a similar fate.  At length, after a long winter of undisturbed and happy intercourse in the family of the chieftain in the wilderness, hunting and fishing, they return in the spring to Michilimackinac to dispose of their furs; and it becomes necessary for Wawatam to take leave of his Friend at the Isle aux Outardes, when the latter, to avoid his enemies, proceeded to the Sault de Sainte Marie, supposing that they were to be separated for a short time only.  “We now exchanged farewells,” says Henry, “with an emotion entirely reciprocal.  I did not quit the lodge without the most grateful sense