I remember, as I saw his purple, thrilling
face, that I hoped his home-life was happy, feeling that to such a man
it must be everything. Yet I was sure, from what he did not say, with
eye or lips, that he had not learned religious trust. Still, he did not
listen to the mere minister, but to the friend; and there sprang up
between the two the corresponding interest and respect belonging to
natures kindred in depth and sensibility, though of widely differing
experience. In after-years, he who had already attained was able
frequently to hold out a helping hand to his younger brother; but now,
only a smile and a look told much. This acquaintance of the soul is very
fascinating. In the two or three steps we take together, with cognizance
and measure of each other, what a long path opens before us of alternate
shade and sunshine, and how imagination borders every step of the way
with richest heart-blossoms! In friendship, all is glowing and
enriching. As it has not the depth of love, it neither anticipates nor
requires sacrifice.
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