We had been separated for years, and at our reunion spent the first hour in talking of old times, etc.

Suddenly, my friend turned to me, and grasping my hand exclaimed: "'Old fellow! you always were, and still are, my affinity!' "The subtle flattery of that one exclamation makes me even now thrill with a delicious throb of self-conceit." Not long ago, I asked of an acquaintance who is a wonderful reader of character: "Why has Mrs.S---- so many good friends ?" "Because she is such a good friend herself." "But why is she attractive to so many people ?" queried I.
"Because she is first attracted by them," was the quick response.

"She goes on the principle that there is some good in everybody, and sets herself to work to find it.

Each of us knows when she is thrown into contact with a person who likes her.

It is as if each were surrounded with tinted atmospheres,--some green, some blue, some red, or yellow--in fact, there are more shades and colors than you can mention.