of the many acts of goodness which I had experienced in it, nor without the sincerest respect for the virtues which I had witnessed among its members.  All the family accompanied me to the beach; and the canoe had no sooner put off than Wawatam commenced an address to the Kichi Manito, beseeching him to take care of me, his brother, till we should next meet.  We had proceeded to too great a distance to allow of our hearing his voice, before Wawatam had ceased to offer up his prayers.”  We never hear of him again.

Friendship is not so kind as is imagined; it has not much human blood in it, but consists with a certain disregard for men and their erections, the Christian duties and humanities, while it purifies the air like electricity.  There may be the sternest tragedy in the relation of two more than usually innocent and true to their highest instincts.  We may call it an essentially heathenish intercourse, free and irresponsible in its nature, and practising all the virtues gratuitously.  It is not the highest sympathy merely, but a pure and lofty society, a fragmentary and godlike intercourse of ancient date, still kept up at intervals, which, remembering itself, does not hesitate to disregard the humbler rights and duties of humanity.  It requires immaculate and godlike qualities full-grown, and exists at all only by condescension and anticipation of the remotest future.  We love nothing which is merely good and not fair, if such a thing is possible.  Nature puts some kind of blossom before every fruit, not simply a calyx behind it.  When the Friend comes out of his heathenism and superstition, and breaks his idols, being converted by the precepts of a newer testament; when he forgets his mythology, and treats his Friend like a Christian, or as he can afford; then Friendship ceases to be Friendship, and becomes charity; that principle which established the almshouse is now beginning with its charity at home, and establishing an almshouse and pauper relations there.

As for the number which this society admits, it is at any rate to be begun with one, the noblest and greatest that we know, and whether the world will ever carry it further, whether, as Chaucer affirms,

     “There be mo sterres in the skie than a pair,”

remains to be proved;

     “And certaine he is well begone
     Among a thousand that findeth one.”

We shall not surrender ourselves heartily to any while we are conscious that another is more deserving of our love.  Yet Friendship does not stand for numbers; the Friend does not count his Friends on his fingers; they are not numerable.  The more there are included by this bond, if they are indeed included, the rarer and diviner the quality of the love that binds them.  I am ready to believe that as private and intimate a relation may exist by which three are embraced, as between two.  Indeed, we cannot have too many friends; the virtue which we appreciate we to some extent appropriate,