Mr. Hugh Black's wise and charming little book on Friendship is full ofgood things winningly expressed, and, though very simply written, isthe result of real thought and experience. Mr. Black's is the art thatconceals art. For young men, especially, this volume will be a goldenpossession, and it can hardly fail to affect their after lives.
to each other is almost the only point at which their souls are reached. The threefold cord of his soldiers, vulgar in mind and common in thought as they are, is a cord which we feel is not easily broken, and it is their friendship and loyalty to each other which save them from utter vulgarity.
In Walt Whitman there is the same insight into the force of friendship in ordinary life, with added wonder at the miracle of it. He is the poet of comrades, and sings the song of companionship more than any other theme. He ever comes back to the lifelong love of comrades. The mystery and the beauty of it impressed him.
O tan-faced prairie-boy, Before you came to camp came many a welcome gift, Praises and presents came and nourishing food, till at last among the recruits You came, taciturn, with nothing to give--we but looked on each other, When lo! more than all the gifts of the world you gave me.
After all, in spite of the vulgar materialism of our day, we do feel that the spiritual side