VOL. VIII.

TALE XVII.

DANVERS AND RAYNER.

[Farewell and Return.]

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TALE XVII.

DANVERS AND RAYNER.

I.

THE purest Friendship, like the finest ware,
Deserves our praises, but demands our care
For admiration we the things produce,
But they are not design'd for common use;
Flaws the most trifling from their virtue take,
And lamentation for their loss we make:

While common Friendships, like the wares of clay,
Are a cheap kind, but useful every day.

Though crack'd and damaged, still we make them do, And when they're broken, they're forgotten too.

There is within the world in which we dwell
A Friendship, answering to that world full well;
An interchange of looks and actions kind,
And, in some sense, an intercourse of mind
A useful commerce, a convenient trade,
By which both parties are the happier made;
And, when the thing is rightly understood,
And justly valued, it is wise and good.

I speak not here of Friendships that excite In boys at school such wonder and delight,— Of high heroic Friends, in serious strife, Contending which should yield a forfeit lifeSuch wondrous love, in their maturer days, Men, if they credit, are content to praise.

I speak not here of Friendships true and just,
When friend can friend with life and honour trust;
Where mind to mind has long familiar grown,
And every failing, every virtue known:

Of these I speak not: things so rich and rare,
That we degrade with jewels to compare,
Or bullion pure and massy.-I intend

To treat of one whose Neighbour called him Friend,
Or called him Neighbour; and with reason good-
The friendship rising from the neighbourhood:
A sober kind, in common service known;
Not such as is in death and peril shown:
Such as will give or ask a helping hand,
But no important sacrifice demand;
In fact, a friendship that will long abide,
If seldom rashly, never strongly, tried.
Yes! these are sober friendships, made for use,
And much convenience they in life produce:
Like a good coat, that keeps us from the cold,
The cloth of frieze is not a cloth of gold;
But neither is it pyebald, pieced, and poor;
'Tis a good useful coat, and nothing more.

Such is the Friendship of the world approved, And here the Friends so loving and so loved :

DANVERS and RAYNER, equals, who had made
Each decent fortune, both were yet in trade;
While sons and daughters, with a youthful zeal,
Seem'd the hereditary love to feel:

And ev❜n their wives, though either might pretend To claim some notice, call'd each other friend.

While yet their offspring boys and girls appear'd, The fathers ask'd, "What evil could be fear'd?" Nor is it easy to assign the year,

When cautious parents should begin to fear.
The boys must leave their schools, and, by and by,
The girls are sure to grow reserved and shy;
And then, suppose a real love should rise,
It but unites the equal families.

Love does not always from such freedom spring; Distrust, perhaps, would sooner cause the thing. "We will not check it, neither will we force"Thus said the fathers- "Let it take its course."

It took its course:-young Richard Danvers' mind In Phoebe Rayner found what lovers findSense, beauty, sweetness; all that mortal eyes Can see, or heart conceive, or thought devise. And Phoebe's eye, and thought, and heart could trace In Richard Danvers every manly grace · All that e'er maiden wish'd, or matron prized · So well these good young people sympathised.

All their relations, neighbours, and allies, All their dependants, visitors, and spies,