The special sentiment of comrade-love or attachment (being a thing
inherent in human nature) remained of course through the Christian
centuries, as before, and unaltered—except that being no longer
recognised it became a private and personal affair, running often
powerfully enough beneath the surface of society, but openly
unacknowledged, and so far deprived of some of its dignity and influence.
Owing to this fact there is nothing, for this period, to be quoted in
the way of general ideal or public opinion on the subject of friendship,
and the following sections therefore become limited to the expression
of individual sentiments and experiences, in prose and poetry. These we
find, during the mediæval period, largely colored by religion; while
at the Renaissance and afterwards they are evidently affected by Greek
associations.
[Sidenote: _Saint Augustine_]
Following are some passages from S. Augustine:—
“In those years when I first began to teach in my native town,
I had made a friend, one who through having the same interests
was very dear to me, one of my own age, and like me in the first
flower of youth. We had grown up together, and went together to
school, and used to play together. But he was not yet so great
a friend as afterwards, nor even then was our friendship true;
for friendship is not true unless Thou cementest it between
those who are united to Thee by that ‘love which is shed abroad
in our hearts by the Holy Ghost which is given unto us.’ Yet
our friendship was but too sweet, and fermented by the pursuit
of kindred studies. For I had turned him aside from the true
faith (of which as a youth he had but an imperfect grasp) to
pernicious and superstitious fables, for which my mother grieved
over me. And now in mind he erred with me, and my soul could not
endure to be separated from him. But lo, Thou didst follow close
behind Thy fugitives, Thou—both God of vengeance and fountain of
mercies—didst convert us by wonderful ways; behold, Thou didst
take him out of this life, when scarcely a year had our close
intimacy lasted—sweet to me beyond the sweetness of my whole
life....
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