EVENING.

Oh Hesperus! thou bringest all good things-
Home to the weary, to the hungry cheer,
To the young bird the parent's brooding wings,
The welcome stall to the o'erlaboured steer;
Whate'er of peace about our hearth-stones cling,

Whate'er our household gods protect of dear, Are gather'd round us by thy look of rest; Thou bring'st the child, too, to the mother's breast. Don Juan, Canto III.-LORD BYRON.

EVENING in Summer.

How fine has the day been, how bright was the sun,
How lovely and joyful the course that he run,
Though he rose in a mist when his race he begun,
And there follow'd some droppings of rain!
But now the fair traveller's come to the west,
His rays are all gold, and his beauties are best;
He paints the sky gay as he sinks to his rest,
And foretells a bright rising again.

Twinkling vapours arose; and sky, and water, and forest Seemed all on fire at the touch, and melted and mingled Evangeline, Part II.-LONGFELLOW.

together.

Now air is hush'd, save where the weak-eyed bat, With short shrill shriek flits by on leathern wing, Or where the beetle winds

His small but sullen horn,

As oft he rises 'midst the twilight path,
Against the pilgrim borne in heedless hum:
Now teach me, maid composed,

To breathe some soften'd strain,

Whose numbers stealing through thy darkening vale May not unseemly with its stillness suit;

As musing slow I hail

Thy genial loved return!

Evening.-WILLIAM COLLINS.

EVENING.

Solemness of

The curfew tolls the knell of parting day;
The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea;
The ploughman homeward plods his weary way,
And leaves the world-to darkness and to me.

Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight,
And all the air a solemn stillness holds;
Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight,
And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds.

Elegy written in a Country Churchyard.
THOMAS GRAY.

EVENING wooed by Thetis.

Sink, shining god-tired nature halts; and parch'd
Earth needs the dews; adown the welkin arch'd
Falter thy languid steeds ;-

Sink in thy ocean halls!

Who beckons from the crystal waves unto thee?

Knows not thy heart the smiles of love that woo thee? Quicken the homeward steeds!

The silver Thetis calls!

EVENING melting into Night.

Evening.-SCHILLER.

Evening yields

The world to night; not in her winter robe
Of massy Stygian woof, but loose arrayed
In mantle dun.

EVIL.

The Seasons-Summer.-JAMES THOMSON.

Greatness in

Great ill is an achievement of great powers:
Plain sense but rarely leads us far astray.

Night Thoughts, VI. Line 277.-EDWARD YOUNG.

EVIL with GOOD. Wrestling of

Thy heart, my friend, now knows but one desire; Oh, never learn another! in my breast,

Alas! two souls have taken their abode,

And each is struggling there for mastery!

One to the world, and the world's sensual pleasures, Clings closely, with scarce separable organs:

The other struggles to redeem itself,

Now air is hush'd, save where the weak-eyed bat,
With short shrill shriek flits by on leathern wing,
Or where the beetle winds

His small but sullen horn,

As oft he rises 'midst the twilight path,
Against the pilgrim borne in heedless hum:
Now teach me, maid composed,

To breathe some soften'd strain,

Whose numbers stealing through thy darkening vale May not unseemly with its stillness suit;

As musing slow I hail

Thy genial loved return!

Evening.-WILLIAM COLLINS.

EVENING.

Solemness of

The curfew tolls the knell of parting day;
The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea;
The ploughman homeward plods his weary way,
And leaves the world-to darkness and to me.

Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight,
And all the air a solemn stillness holds;
Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight,
And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds.

Elegy written in a Country Churchyard.
THOMAS GRAY.

Must not be play'd withal; nor out of pity
Make [such] a general forget his duty;

Nor dare I hope more from him than is worthy.

EXAMPLE. Effect of

Bonduca, Act IV. Scene III.

BEAUMOUT and FLETCHER.

The man is little to be envied whose patriotism would not gain force on the plains of Marathon, or whose piety would not grow warmer among the ruins of Iona. Journey to the Western Isles. Dr. SAMUEL JOHNSON.

EXECUTIONS. Concerning

:

The land is groaning 'neath the guilt of blood
Spilt wantonly for every death-doomed man,
Who, in his boyhood, has been left untaught
That "Wisdom's ways are ways of pleasantness,
And all her paths are peace," unjustly dies.
The Sabbath.-JAMES GRAHAME.

'EXPENSE.

Riches are for spending, and spending for honour and good actions; therefore extraordinary expense must be limited by the worth of the occasion.

EXPERIENCE.

Essay on Expense.-LORD BACON.

The bird that hath been limed in a bush :
With trembling limbs misdoubteth every bush.

King Henry VI. Part III. Act v. Scene vi.

SHAKSPERE.