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word. Errors in doctrine, errors in practice, errors which are floating in the atmosphere in which we live, and which nothing but familiarity with God's Word, and the having our minds impregnated with it, will preserve us from imbibing. Only let us remember that it is not merely head-knowledge that we want; it is such a knowledge as is acquired by prayer, and is turned as we acquire it into practice.


ERROR-Headlong Career of.

there is no swiftness so tremendous as that Once upon the inclined road of error, and with which we dash adown the plane, no insensibility so obstinate as that which fastens on us through the quick descent. The start once made, and there is neither stopping nor waking until the last and lowest depth is sounded. Our natural fears and promptings become hushed with the first impetus, and we are lost to everything but the delusive tones of sin, which only cheat the senses and make our misery harmonious. Farewell all opportunities of escape-the strivings of conscience-the faithful whisperings of shame, which served us even when we stood trembling at the fatal Farewell the holy power of virtue, point! which made foul things look hideous, and good things lovely, and kept a guard about our hearts to welcome beauty and frighten off deformity! Farewell integrity-joy-restand happiness.


ERROR-Encouragement of.

Before we permit our severity to break loose upon any fault or error, we ought surely to consider how much we have countenanced or promoted it. We see multitudes busy in the pursuit of riches at the expense of wisdom and virtue; but we see the rest of mankind approving their conduct and exciting their eagerness, by paying that regard and deference to wealth which wisdom and virtues can only deserve. We see women universally jealous of the reputation of their beauty, and frequently look with contempt on the care with which they study their complexions, endeavour to preserve or supply the bloom of youth, regulate every ornament, twist their hair into curls, and shade their faces from the weather. We recommend the care of their nobler part, and tell them how little addition is made by all their arts to the graces of the mind. But where was it known that female goodness or knowledge was able to attract that officiousness or inspire that ardour which beauty produces whenever it appears? And with what hope can we endeavour to persuade the ladies that the time spent at the toilet-table is lost in vanity, when they have every moment some new conviction


that their interest is more effectually pro- ERRORS-Perpetually made.
moted by a fine riband well disposed than by
the brightest act of heroic virtue? Johnson.

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ERROR-Tenacity of.

It is a melancholy fact, verified by every day's observation, that the experience of the past is totally lost both upon individuals and nations. A few persons, indeed, who have attended to the history of former errors, are aware of the consequences to which they invariably lead, and lament the progress of national violence in the same way as they do the career of individual intemperance. But, upon the great mass of mankind-the young, the active, and the ambitious-such examples are wholly thrown away. Each successive generation plunges into the abyss of passion, without the slightest regard to the fatal effects which such conduct has produced upon their predecessors; and lament, when too late, the rashness with which they slighted the advice of experience, and stifled the voice of





Will be of serious consequence to you,
When they have made you once ridiculous.


There will be mistakes in divinity while men preach, and errors in governments while men govern. Sir Dudley Carlton.

ERRORS-like Straws.

Errors like straws upon the surface flow;
He who would search for pearls must dive

ESTEEM-of Men.

We must never prefer the esteem of men to the approbation of God. Every day this sacred rule is transgressed, by sacrificing virtue and conscience to false honour and popular renown. Jortin.

ESTEEM-preferred to Reputation.

The consideration we are held in is owing to the effect which our personal qualities have on others. If these be great and exalted, they excite admiration; if amiable and endearing, they create friendship. We enjoy esteem much more than we do reputation: the one affects us nearly, the other lies more at a distance; and, though greater, we are less sensible of it, as it seldom comes close enough to become a real possession. We acquire the love of people, who, being in our proximity, are presumed to know us; and we receive reputation (or celebrity) from such as are not personally acquainted with us. Merit secures to us the regard of our honest neighbours, and good fortune that of the public. Esteem is the harvest of a whole life spent in usefulness; but reputation is often bestowed upon a chance action, and depends most on success. Sula.

ETERNITY-Immeasurability of.

Ere the foundations of the world were laid,
Ere kindling light th' Almighty Word obey'd,
Thou wert; and when the subterraneous flame

ERRORS-Serious Consequence of.

Those things which now seem frivolous and Shall burst its prison and devour this frame, From angry heaven when the keen lightning flies,

When fervent heat dissolves the melting skies,


There is not so agonizing a feeling in the whole catalogue of human suffering as the first conviction that the heart of the being whom we most tenderly love is estranged from us. Bulwer Lytton. ETERNITY-always fronting God. Eternity stands always fronting God; A stern colossal image, with blind eyes, "God, God, God! Elizabeth Barrett Browning. And grand dim lips, that murmur evermore

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ETERNITY-Preparing for.

It is not in the heyday of health and enjoy ment, it is not in the morning sunshine of his vernal day, that man can be expected feelingly to remember his latter end, and to fix his heart upon eternity. But in after-life many causes operate to wean us from the world grief softens the heart; sickens searches it; the blossoms of hope are shed; death cuts down the flowers of the affections; the disappointed man turns his thoughts toward a state of existence where his wiser desires may be fixed with the certainty of faith; the successful man feels that the objects which he has ardently pursued fail to satisfy the cravings of an immortal spirit; the wicked man turneth away from his wickedness, that he may save his soul alive. Southey.

ETERNITY-Prospects of.

I feel

Upon this giddy margin of two worlds,
That there is nothing beautiful in this
The passion'd soul has clasp'd, but shall partake
Its everlasting essence; not a scent

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ETIQUETTE-Extravagances of.

Nothing is etiquette. It is not etiquette to use a handkerchief-to spit-to sneeze. What is to be done? Is it etiquette to have a cold! It is not etiquette to speak loud, even in the houses of Parliament: to walk in the middle of the street; to run in order to escape the wheel of a carriage. Prefer to be run over! It is not etiquette to close a letter with a wafer, because this is to send people your saliva; nor to write without an envelope. It is not etiquette to go to the opera with the smallest sprig upon the waistcoat or the cravat; to take scup twice; to salute a lady first: to ride in an omnibus; to go to a party before ten or eleven o'clock, or to a ball before mid

night; to drink beer at table without giving back your glass at once to the servant. It is not etiquette to refrain a day from shaving; to have an appetite; to offer anything to drink to a person of high rank; to appear surprised when the ladies leave the table at dessert time -that hour which is so charming with us. It is not etiquette to dress in black in the morning, nor in colours in the evening. It is not etiquette to address a lady without adding her Christian name; to speak to a person, on any pretext, without having been presented; to knock at a door quietly; to have the smallest particle of mud upon the boot, even in the most unfavourable weather; to have pence in your pocket; to wear the hair cut close; to have a white hat; to exhibit a decoration or two; to wear braces, or a small or large beard; to do any of these things is to


forget etiquette. But that which violates etiquette in England more than anything else is-want of nerve to ruin yourself-run into debt-nobody will wonder; but, above all, be a spendthrift. If, when a foreigner arrives in London, it becomes known that he lodges in one of the economical hotels near Leicester Square, he is lost to certain society. Never I will an equipage, nor even the card of a lord, wander thither. The respectablity for which the English contend means simply material ja ivantages-it has no relation to moral qualities.


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Let us beneath these spreading trees recite What from our hearts our muses may indite. Mrs. Rowe.

Now to the main the burning sun descends,
And sacred Night her gloomy veil extends.
The western sun now shot a feeble ray,
And faintly scatter'd the remains of day.


EVENING-in Autumn.

It was an eve of autumn's holiest mood;
The corn-fields, bathed in Cynthia's silver light,
Stood ready for the reaper's gathering hand,
And all the winds slept soundly; Nature

In silent contemplation, to adore
Its Maker: now and then the aged leaf
Fell from its fellows, rustling to the ground;
And, as it fell, bade man think on his end.
On lake and vale, on wood and mountain high,
With pensive wing outspread sat heavenly
Conversing with itself.


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EVENING-Delights of.

There are two periods in the life of man in which the evening hour is peculiarly interesting-in youth and in old age. In youth, we love it for its mellow moonlight, its million of stars, its thin, rich, and shooting shades, its still serenity; amid those who can commune with our loves, or twine the wreaths of friendship, while there is none to bear us witness but the heavens and the spirits that hold their endless sabbath there-or look into the deep bosom of creation, spread abroad like a canopy above us, and look and listen till we can almost see and hear the waving wings and melting songs of other worlds. To youth, evening is

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EVENING-the Hour for Reflection.
Then is the time

For those whom wisdom and whom nature



EVENING-Scenes of.

Lead me to the mountain brow, Where sits the shepherd on the grassy turf, Inhaling healthful the descending sun. Around him feeds his many bleating flock

Of various cadence, and his sportive lambs
Their frolics play. And now the sprightly race
Invites them forth, when swift, the signal given,
They start away and sweep the mossy mound
That runs around the hill, the rampart once
Of iron war, in ancient barbarous times.


Sweet was the sound, when oft, at evening's

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 watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whisper-
ing 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

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To steal themselves from the degenerate crowd, Where are the blooms of summer? in the
And soar above this little scene of things;
To tread low-thoughted vice beneath their feet,
To soothe the throbbing passions into peace,
And woo lone quiet in her silent walks.

Blushing their last to the last sunny hours,
When the mild eve by sudden night is prest
Like tearful Proserpine-snatch'd from her


To a most gloomy breast.


An eve intensely beautiful; an eve,
Calm as the slumber of a lovely girl
Dreaming of hope. The rich autumnal woods,

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