That she is safe with Him who hath the power

O'er pain, and sin, and death.

Thou art not in the grave confin'd;

Death cannot claim th' immortal mind;
Let earth close o'er its sacred trust,
But goodness dies not in the dust.
Weep not for us, my master dear,
We are not dead, but sleeping here.

EQUALITY.

Who can in reason, then, or right, assume
Monarchy over such as live by right
His equals, if in pow'r or splendour less,

In freedom equal?

Mrs. Sigourney.

Sprague, Poems.

Epitaph.

Milton, P. L. v. 795,

Children of wealth or want, to each is given

One spot of green, and all the blue of heaven. O. W. Holmes.

EQUIVOCATION.

But yet,

I do not like but yet, it does allay

The good precedence; fye upon but yet:

But yet is as a gaoler to bring forth

Some monstrous malefactor.

By giving a perverted sense to facts,

A man may lie in publishing the truth.

ERRORS.

Sh. Ant. Cleopр. 11.5.

Errors, like straws, upon the surface flow;

He who would search for pearls must dive below.

Shakespeare.

Dryden, Pro. to All for Love, 25.

The best may slip, and the most cautious fall;

He's more than mortal that ne'er err'd at all. Pomfret, L. T.

When people once are in the wrong,

Each line they add is much too long;

Who fastest walks, but walks astray,

Is only furthest from his way.

If to her share some female errors fall,

Prior, Alma, 3.

Look on her face, and you'll forget them all. Pope, Rape, II.

ESTEEM.

Take my esteem, if you on that can live;
But, frankly, sir, 'tis all I have to give.

ETERNITY.

Dryden.

Beyond is all abyss,

Eternity, whose end no eye can reach. Milton, P. L. x11.555.

ETERNITY-continued

Doubtless all souls have a surviving thought,
Therefore of death we think with quiet mind;
But if we think of being turned to nought,
A trembling horror in our souls we find.

Tis the divinity that stirs within us ;
Tis Heaven itself that points out an hereafter,

And intimates eternity to man.

Eternity!

Davies.

Addison, Cato, v. 1.

Through what variety of untried beings,
Through what new scenes and changes must we pass!

thou pleasing, dreadful thought!

The wide th' unbounded prospect lies before me,

But shadows, clouds, and darkness rest upon it.

ETIQUETTE.

There's nothing in the world like etiquette

In kingly chambers, or imperial halls,
As also at the race and county balls.

Ib. v. 1.

Byron, D. J. v. 103.

There was a general whisper, toss, and wriggle,

But etiquette forbade them all to giggle. Byrow, Don Juan,

EUXINE.

There's not a sea the passenger e'er pukes in,

Turns up more dangerous breakers than the Euxine.

EVENING see Night.

Byron, Don Juan, v. 5.

Now came still evening on; and twilight grey

her sober livery all things clad:
accompanied; for beasts and birds,

Silence
They to the
Were sunk, all but the woeful nightingale.

their grassy couch, these to their nest,

Scatt rin

With

Milton, P. L. ΙV. 598.

See the descending sun,

his beams about him as he sinks,

seas beneath,

And gilded heaven above, and
Pain, no mortal pencil can express. Hopkins, Pyrrhus.

western

Addison,

Now to the main the burning sun descends,
And sacred night her gloomy veil extends.
The sun now shoots a feeble ray,
the remains of day.
The sun has lost his rage, his downward orb
Shooting now but animating warmth;
And vital lustre, that, with various ray,
Lights up the clouds, those beauteous robes of heaven,
Incessant roll'd into romantic shapes,

The dream of

waking fancy.

Thomson, Summer,

Gray, Elegy.

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 glimm'ring landscape on the sight,
And all the air a solemn stillness holds,
Save where the beetle wheels his drony flight,
And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds.
Sweet was the sound, when oft, at evening's close,
Up yonder hill the village murmur rose;
There as I pass'd, with careless steps and slow,
The mingling notes came soften'd from below;
The swain responsive to the milkmaid sung,
The sober herd that low'd to meet their young;
The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool,
The playful children just let loose from school;
The watchdog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind,
And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind;
These all in sweet confusion sought the shade,
And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made.

Goldsmith, Deserted Village.

Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast,
Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round,
And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn
Throws up a steamy column, and the cups
That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each,
So let us welcome peaceful evening in. Cowper, Task, Iv. 36.

Come evening, once again, season of peace;
Return sweet evening, and continue long!
Methinks I see thee in the streaky west,
With matron step, slow moving, while the night
Treads on thy sweeping train; one hand employ'd
In letting fall the curtain of repose
On bird and beast, the other charged for man
With sweet oblivion of the cares of day.

Ib. Task. v. 243.

Now from his crystal urn, with chilling hand,
Vesper has sprinkled all the earth with dew,
A misty veil obscured the neighbouring land,
And shut the fading landscape from their view. Mrs. Tighe.

It was an evening bright and still

As ever blush'd on wave or bower,

Smiling from heaven, as if nought ill

Could happen in so sweet an hour. Moore, Loves of Angels.

EVENING-continued.

How dear to me the hour when daylight dies,
And sunbeams melt along the silent sea,
For then sweet dreams of other days arise.

And memory breathes her vesper sigh to thee. Thos. Moore.

creep;

The sun is set; the swallows are asleep;
The bats are flitting fast in the grey air;
The slow soft toads out of damp corners
And evening's breath, wandering here and there
Over the quivering surface of the stream,
Wakes not one ripple from its summer dream.

It is the hour when from the boughs
The nightingale's high note is heard ;
It is the hour when lovers' vows
Seem sweet in every whisper'd word;
And gentle winds, and waters near,
Make music to the lonely ear.

EVIL-see Vice.

Shelley, Misc. Poems.

Byron, Parisina, v. 1.

There is some soul of goodness in things evil,
Would men observingly distil it out.

Oftentimes,

to win us to our harm,

The of darkness tell us truths,

instruments

trifles, to betray us

In deepest consequences.

Sh. Hen. v. VI. 1.

Sh. Mach. 1. 4.

Ill deeds are doubled with an evil word. Sh. Com. E. III. 2.

Nought is so vile that on the earth doth live,

But to the earth some special good doth give;

For aught so good, but strain'd from that fair use,

Revolts from frue birth, stumbling on abuse. Sh. Rom. J. 11.3.

Farewell hope! and with hope, farewell fear!

Farewell hoperandall good to me is lost.

Evil, be

good; by thee at least

Divided thoimy heaven's king I hold. Milton, P.L.1.108.

God, no useless plant hath planted,

EXAGGERATION.

is wanted.

Mira de lente, as 'tis i' th' adage,
Id est, to make a leek a cabbage.

EXAMPLE. Heaven

Dot

Ebenezer Elliott.

Butler, Hud. 1. 847.

light them for themselves: for if our virtues

doth with us as we with torches do,

Did not
As if

we

go forth of us, 't were all alike
had them not.

Sh. M. for M. 1. 1.

How far that little candle throws his beams!

So shines a good deed in a naughty world. Sh. M. of Ven. v.1.

Do not, as some ungracious pastors do,

Shew me the steep and thorny way to heaven;
Whilst, like a puff'd and reckless libertine,

Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads. Sh. Ham. 1. 3.
The evil that men do lives after them,

The good is oft interred with their bones. Sh. Jul. C. III. 2.

Example, that imperious dictator

Of all that's good or bad to human nature,
By which the world's corrupted and reclaim'd,
Hopes to be saved, or studies to be damn'd;
That reconciles all contrarieties,
Makes wisdom foolishness, and folly wise.
Example is a living law, whose sway

Butler, Hud

Men more than all the written laws obey.

Sedley.

That odd impulse, which, in wars or creeds,
Makes men, like cattle, follow him who leads.

Byron, D. J.

'Tis thus the spirit of a single mind

Makes that of multitudes take one direction,

As roll the waters to the breathing wind,

Or roams the herd beneath the bull's protection. Byron, D. J.

Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light

To seek the bounteous eye of heaven to garnish,

These violent delights have violent ends,

Is wasteful and ridiculous excess.

And in their triumph die; like fire and powder,
Which, as they kiss, consume. The sweetest honey

Sh. K. John, Iv. 2.

Is loathsome in its own deliciousness,

And in the taste confounds the appetite.

Sh. Rom. J. 11. 6.