The feeling on which it rests is far deeper and tenderer--such, indeed, as never exists between men or between women.

"In matters of affection," says Nathaniel Hawthorne, "there is always an impassable gulf between man and man.

They can never quite grasp each other's hands, and therefore man never derives any intimate help, any heart-sustenance, from his brother man, but from woman--his mother, his sister, or his wife." [202] Man enters a new world of joy, and sympathy, and human interest, through the porch of love.

He enters a new world in his home--the home of his own making--altogether different from the home of his boyhood, where each day brings with it a succession of new joys and experiences.

He enters also, it may be, a new world of trials and sorrows, in which he often gathers his best culture and discipline.