post to many whom I know, and heaps whom I don't, warning them from those paths of dalliance which I have trod, sometimes choked with thorns, have so often been strewn with roses; and from which I could always at least admire another, which they told me I should have trod. A path along which my eyes were never blinded to any wayfarer and along which it has been a joy to see you so steadfastly trudge.
Friend: This chamber is pleasant where we have often sat, surrounded by trophies that mark the milestones of my life. Neither you, nor I, can look round its walls, or into its cabinets, or on its book-shelves without recalling incidents that are dear, some sacred to us. Among those oft told, a few have served to interest our intimates by the telling; and in thought of the joy of your companionship as the tales were told, I have jotted down a few of them here, that perhaps some day, somewhere, when I am gone, they may remind you of the laborer who has rejoiced and suffered, lost and won, by your side, and whose greatest happiness in life, is to be sufficiently worthy in your eyes to exchange with you in all trueness and sincerity that holiest, most sacred name on Earth: The name of "Friend."
KYRLE BELLEW.
