mutual affection is a tacit avowal and appreciation
of mutual good qualities,—perhaps friendship
yet more than love, for the latter is far more an
aspiration, a passion, than the former, and influences
the permanent character much less. Under the magic
of love a girl is generally in a feverish state of
excitement, often in a wrong position, deeming herself
the goddess, her lover the adorer; whereas it is her
will that must bend to his, herself be abnegated for
him. Friendship neither permits the former nor
demands the latter. It influences silently, often
unconsciously; perhaps its power is never known till
years afterwards. A girl who stands alone, without
acting or feeling friendship, is generally a cold
unamiable being, so wrapt in self as to have no room
for any person else, except perhaps a lover, whom
she only seeks and values as offering his devotion
to that same idol, self. Female friendship may
be abused, may be but a name for gossip, letter-writing,
romance, nay worse, for absolute evil: but that
Shakespeare, the mighty wizard of human hearts, thought
highly and beautifully of female friendship, we have
his exquisite portraits of Rosalind and Celia, Helen
and the Countess, undeniably to prove; and if he,
who could portray every human passion, every subtle
feeling of humanity, from the whelming tempest of
love to the fiendish influences of envy and jealousy
and hate; from the incomprehensible mystery of Hamlet’s
wondrous spirit, to the simplicity of the gentle Miranda,
the dove-like innocence of Ophelia, who could be crushed
by her weight of love, but not reveal it;—if
Shakespeare scorned not to picture the sweet influences
of female friendship, shall women pass by it as a theme
too tame, too idle for their pens?
THE ORDER OF KNIGHTHOOD
From ‘The Days of Bruce’
A right noble and glorious scene did the great hall
of the palace present the morning which followed this
eventful night. The king, surrounded by his highest
prelates and nobles, mingling indiscriminately with
the high-born dames and maidens of his court, all splendidly
attired, occupied the upper part of the hall, the rest
of which was crowded by both his military followers
and many of the good citizens of Scone, who flocked
in great numbers to behold the august ceremony of the
day. Two immense oaken doors at the south side
of the hall were flung open, and through them was
discerned the large space forming the palace yard,
prepared as a tilting-ground, where the new-made knights
were to prove their skill. The storm had given
place to a soft, breezy morning, the cool freshness
of which appeared peculiarly grateful from the oppressiveness
of the night; light downy clouds sailed over the blue
expanse of heaven, tempering without clouding the brilliant
rays of the sun. Every face was clothed with
smiles, and the loud shouts which hailed the youthful
candidates for knighthood, as they severally entered,
told well the feeling with which the patriots of Scotland
were regarded.