It takes the summer's sun to warm it.-My acquaintances sometimes imply that I am too cold, but each thing is warm enough for its kind. The fates only are unkind that keep us asunder but my friend is ever kind. If the truth were known, which I do not know, I have no concern with those friends whom I misunderstand or who misunderstand me. I feel sometimes as if I could say to my friends, "My friends, I am aware how I have outraged you, how I have seemingly preferred hate to love, seemingly treated others kindly and you unkindly, sedulously concealed my love, and sooner or later expressed all and more than all my hate." I can imagine how I might utter something like this, in some moment never to be realized, but, at the same time, let me say frankly that I feel I might say it with too little regret, that I am under an awful necessity to be what I am. Who are the estranged? Two friends explaining. Between two by nature alike and fitted to sympathize there is no veil, and there can be no obstacle. Such natures are liable to no mistakes, but will know each other through thick and thin.
Friendship is the unspeakable joy and blessing that result to two or more individuals who from constitution sympathize. Others can confess and explain, I cannot. There is no precept in the New Testament that will assist me. . .
My difficulties with my friends are such as no frankness will settle.
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