From the heart of a friend

by Unknown

One whom I knew intimately, and whose memory I revere, once in my hearing remarked that, “unless we love people we cannot understand them.” This was a new light to me.

—Rossetti.

I can nothing render but allegiant thanks

My prayers to Heaven for you, my loyalty,

Which ever has, and ever shall be, growing,

Till death, that winter, kill it.

—Shakespeare.

A man’s love is the measure of his fitness for good or bad company here or elsewhere. Men are tattooed with their special beliefs, like so many South Sea Islanders; but a real human heart with divine love in it, beats with the same glow under all patterns of all earth’s thousand tribes.