FRIENDSHIP.
He is my friend who grinds at my mill.
That is, who is serviceable to me—a vile sentiment if understood too absolutely; but the proverb is rather to be interpreted as offering a test by which genuine friendship may be distinguished from its counterfeit. "Deeds are love, and not fine speeches" (Spanish).[180] "If you love me, John, your acts will tell me so" (Spanish).[181] "In the world you have three sorts of friends," says Chamfort; "your friends who love you, your friends who do not care about you, and your friends who hate you."
Kindness will creep where it canna gang.—Scotch.
It will find some way to manifest itself, in spite of all hinderances. As Burns sings,—
"A man may hae an honest heart,
Though poortith hourly stare him;