PAINTING-Proficiency of.

The first degree of proficiency is, in painting, what grammar is in literature,-a general preparation for whatever species of the art the student may afterwards choose for his more particular application. The power of drawing, modelling, and using colours, is very properly called the language of the art. Sir Joshua Reynolds.

PAINTING-Style in.

Style in painting is the same as in writing, -a power over materials, whether words or colours, by which conceptions or sentiments are conveyed. Ibid.

Adonis painted by a running brook;
And Cytherea all in sedges hid;

Which seem to move and wanton with her

breath,

Even as the waving sedges play with wind.
Shakspeare.

PARASITE-The.

Your friend, your pimp, your hanger-on, what
not?
Your lacquey, but without the shoulder-knot.
PARASITE-Description of the.
Horace.

All the wide world is little else in nature
But parasites, or sub-parasites; and yet
I mean not those that have your bare town
art,

PAINTING-Subjects of.

Dost thou love pictures? we will fetch thee To know who's fit to feed them; have no

house,

straight

The painting is almost the natural man;
For since dishonour traffics with man's nature,
He is but outside: these pencill'd figures are
Even such as they give out.
Ibid.

PARASITE.

PANDEMONIUM-Description of.
Anon, out of the earth a fabric huge
Rose like an exhalation, with the sound
Of dulcet symphonies and voices sweet,
Built like a temple, where pilasters round
Were set, and Doric pillars overlaid
With golden architrave; nor did there want
Cornice or frieze, with bossy sculptures
graven:

No family, no care, and therefore mould
Tales for men's ears to bait that sense, or get
Kitchen invention, and some stale receipts
To please the belly and the groin; nor those
With their court-dog tricks, that can fawn and
fleer,

Make their revenue out of legs and faces,
Echo my lord, and lick away a moth:
But your fine elegant rascal, that can rise
And stoop almost together; like an arrow,
Shoot through the air as nimbly as a star;
Turn short, as doth a swallow, and be here
And there, and here and yonder, all at once.
Ben Jonson.

PARASITE-Qualities of the.

A tassel that hangs at my purse-strings; he
dogs

Me, and I give him scraps, and pay for his
Ordinary, feed him; be liquors himself
In the juice of my bounty; and when he
Hath suck'd up strength of spirit, he squeezeth

PARASITE.

It in my own face; when I have refined
And sharpen'd his wits with good food, he cuts
My fingers, and breaks jests upon me;
I bear them, and beat him.

Marston.

PARDON-for Baseness.

Can you forgive the follies of my passion?
For I have been to blame; oh! much to
blame;

Have said such words, nay, done such actions
too,

Base as I am, that my awed conscious soul
Sinks in my breast; nor dare I lift an eye
On him I have offended.

Dryden.

PARDON-Entreating of.

Oh! do not call to memory My disobedience, but let pity enter

Into your heart, and quite deface th' im

PARDON-Seeking for.

pression;

For, could you think how mine's perplex'd, I've wrong'd thee much, and Heaven has well what sadness,

avenged;

Fears, and despairs, distract the peace within

I have not, since we parted, been at peace, Nor known one joy sincere; our broken friendship

one,

To shelter me with a protecting wing
From the black-gather'd storm that's just
a-breaking.
Otway.

me,

Oh! you would take me in your dear, dear

arms,

Pursued me to the last retreat of love,

Hover with strong compassion o'er your young Stood like a glaring ghost, and made me cold with horror. Rowe.

PARDON-for Evil.

God pardon them that are the cause thereof!
A virtuous and a Christian-like conclusion,
To pray for them that have done scath to us.
Shakspeare.

Father, forgive them; for they know not what they do. St. Luke.

PARDON-Extension of.

I do think that you might pardon him,
And neither Heaven, nor man, grieve at the
mercy.
Shakspeare.

PARENTS.

PARDON-from God.

Pardon, I beseech thee, the iniquity of this people, according unto the greatness of thy mercy! And the Lord said, I have pardoned, according to thy word.

Moses.

PARDON-Imploring of.

I must be heard,—I must have leave to speak:
Oh! look upon me with an eye of mercy;
With pity and with charity behold me.
Shut not thy heart against a friend's repentance;
But as there dwells a godlike nature in thee,
Listen with mildness to my supplications;
For ah! I've lost what never can be counted:
My friend, O Belvidera, that dear friend,
Who, next to thee, was all my heart rejoiced in,
Has used me like a slave, shamefully used me;
"Twould break thy pitying heart to hear the
story.

What shall I do? Resentment, indignation,
Love, pity, fear, and memory, how I've wrong'd
him;
Distract my quiet with the very thought on't,
And tear my heart to pieces in my bosom.
Otway.

ness.

Thou art a God ready to pardon, gracious and merciful, slow to anger, and of great kindNehemiah. Who is a God like unto thee, that pardoneth iniquity, and passeth by transgression? Micah.

Parents are o'erseen,
When, with too strict a rein, they do hold in
Their child's affections; and control that love,
Which the powers divine instruct them with:
When in their shallow judgments, they may
know,

Affection cross'd, brings misery and woe.
Robert Taylour.

PARENTS-Suspicious.

A suspicious parent makes an artful child.
Haliburton.

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PARENTS AND CHILDREN.

The joys of parents are secret, and so are their griefs and fears: they cannot utter the one, they will not utter the other. Idren sweeten labours, but they make misfortunes more bitter; they increase the cares of life, but they mitigate the remembrance of death. Bacon.

PARSIMONY.

PARKS-Scenery and Adjuncts of.

Vast lawns that extend like sheets of vivid green, with here and there clumps of gigantic trees, heaping up rich piles of foliage. The solemn pomp of groves and woodland glades, with the deer trooping in silent herds across them, the hare bounding away to the covert, or the pheasant suddenly bursting upon the wing. The brook, taught to wind in the most natural meanderings, or expand into a glassy lake; the sequestered pool, reflecting the quivering trees, with the yellow leaf sleeping on its bosom, and the trout roaming fearlessly about its limpid waters; while some rustic temple, or sylvan statue, grown green and dank with age, gives an air of classic sanctity to the seclusion. Washington Irving.

PARSIMONY-not Economy.

When a cold penury blasts the abilities of a nation, and steals the growth of its active energies, the ill is beyond all calculation. Mere parsimony is not economy. Expense, and great expense, may be an essential part in true economy. Economy is a distributive virtue, and consists, not in saving, but in selection. Parsimony requires no providence, no sagacity, no powers of combination, no comChil-parison, no judgment. Mere instinct, and that not an instinct of the noblest kind, may produce this false economy in perfection. Tho other economy has larger views. It demands a discriminating judgment, and a firm, saga

PARLIAMENT-Acts of.

Acts of Parliament are venerable; but if they correspond not with the writing on the "adamant tablet," where are they? Properly their one element of venerableness, of strength or greatness, is, that they at all times correspond therewith as near as by human possibility they can. They are cherishing destruction in their bosom every hour that they continue otherwise. Carlyle. PARLIAMENT-Assembling of the. The king hath drawn The special head of all the land together. Shakspeare.

We assemble parliaments and councils, to have the benefit of their collected wisdom; but we necessarily have, at the same time, the inconveniences of their collected passions, prejudices, and private interests. By the help of these, artful men overpower their wisdom, and dupe its possessors; and if we may judge by the acts, arrêts, and edicts, all the world over, for regulating commerce, an assembly of great men are the greatest fools upon earth. Franklin.

Grief is but guess'd while thou art standing by!

But I too soon shall know what absence is:

Why? 'tis to be no more-another name for death;

PARTING.

me:

If I could live to hear it, I were false;
But as a fearful traveller, who fearing
Assaults, leaves his wealth behind,

Then I will live, that I may keep that
treasure ;

And, arm'd with this assurance let me go
Loose, yet secure, as is the gentle hawk,
When wifted off, she mounts into the wind.
Our loves, like mountains hid above the clouds,
Though winds and tempests beat their aged
feet,

I trust my heart with thee, and carry with me
Only an empty casket;

Their peaceful heads nor storms nor thunder
know,

But scorn the threatening rack that rolls
Shakspeare.

below.

night,

To encounter me with orisons, for then
I am in heaven for him; or ere I could
Give him that parting kiss which I had set
Betwixt two charming words, comes in my
father,

And, like the tyrannous breathing of the
north,

Let's not unman each other-part at once:
All farewells should be sudden, when for ever,
Else they make an eternity of moments,

Shakes all our buds from growing. Shakspeare. And clog the last sad sands of life with tears.
Byron.
PARTING-Grief of.
Farewell! God knows when we shall meet
again;

PARTING-Melancholy of.

His eye being big with tears,

Turning his face, he put his hand behind him,
And with affection wondrous sensible,
He wrung Bassanio's hand; and so they
parted.
Ibid.

I have a faint, cold fear thrill through my
veins,
That almost freezes up the heat of life.
Shakspeare.

PARTING-Manner of.

Adieu! I have too grieved a heart
To take a tedious leave.

Ibid.

'Tis the sun parting from the frozen north!
Aud I, methinks, stand on some icy cliff,
To watch the last low circles that he makes,
Till he sink down from heav'n. O only

PARTING-Pangs of.

Cressida !

If thou depart from me, I cannot live,

We We cannot part with our friends. cannot let our angels go. We do not see that

I have not soul enough to last for grief;

But thou shalt hear what grief has done for they only go out that archangels may come

in. We are idolaters of the old. We do not believe in the richness of the soul, in its proper eternity and omnipresence. We do not believe there is any force in to-day to rival or re-create that beautiful yesterday We linger in the ruins of the old tent, where

At length this joy-these dreams-this parting-dissolved themselves into that nameless melancholy in which the overflowing of happiness covers the borders of pain, because our breasts are ever more easily overflowed than filled. Richter.