Let us suppose a case in which the equality in the circumstances of the individuals of a society is not positive and absolute, but in which the association is only one of comparative equality. Such a system has been summed up in a famous formula : From every one according to his aptitudes. To every one according to his needs. In plainer words, every one shall be required to give to the association all that his powers of whatever kind enable him to give; and every one shall receive from the association all that his wants need for their satisfaction. The man with most ability shall give most; the man with least ability shall receive most. Sala. EQUALITY (Political)—Arrogant Spirit of. ERROR. 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 it is merely head-knowledge that we want; such a knowledge as is acquired by prayer, and is turned as we acquire it into practice. Heartley 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 insen sibility 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. Melvill 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. 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. 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 But, their predecessors; and lament, when too late, the rashness with which they slighted the advice of experience, and stifled the voice of Steele. reason. 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; 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. ESTRANGEMENT. Sula. 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, And grand dim lips, that murmur evermore "God, God, God! Elizabeth Barrett Browning. ETERNITY-Immeasurability of. Ere the foundations of the world were laid, When fervent heat dissolves the melting skies, The longest time that man may live, ETERNITY-Incomprehensibility of. None can comprehend eternity but the eternal God. Eternity is an ocean, whereof we shall never see the shore; it is a deep, where we can find no bottom; a labyrinth, from whence we cannot extricate ourselves, and where we shall ever lose the door. Boston. 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, me; But shadows, clouds, and darkness rest upon it. Addison. 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 midnight; 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 will an equipage, nor even the card of a lord, wander thither. The respectablity for which the English contend means simply material alvantages-it has no relation to moral | qualities. Jerrold. EVASIONS. Evasions are the common shelter of the hardhearted, the false and impotent, when called upon to assist; the real great alone plan instantaneous help, even when their looks or words presage difficulties. Lavater. EVENING-Appearances of. The curfew tolls the knell of parting day; 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. Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the moon complain Of such as, wand'ring near her secret bower, Molest her ancient, solitary reign. Gray. 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 EVENING. delightful; it accords with the flow of his light spirits, the fervour of his fancy, and the softness of his heart. Evening is, also, the delight of virtuous age; it seems an emblem of the tranquil close of busy life-serene, placid, and mild, with the impress of its great Creator stamped upon it; it spreads its quiet wings over the grave, and seems to promise that all shall be peace beyond it. Bulwer Lytton. EVENING-Hues of. A paler shadow strews Its mantle o'er the mountains; parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till-'tis gone-and all Byron. is gray. The tamarind closed her leaves; the marmoset EVENING-the Hour for Reflection. For those whom wisdom and whom nature charm, To steal themselves from the degenerate crowd, Thomson. 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 EVENING. 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. Thomson. 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 watch-dog'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. EVENING-Silence of. Silence hath set her finger with deep touch Upon creation's brow. Like a young bride, the moon Lifts up night's curtains, and with countenance mild Smiles on the beauteous earth, her sleeping child. For joy the night-flowers weep-soft incense, such As steals from herbs midst pleasant fields in June, Freights the night air. Each light tree's waving tress Is edged with silver-flocks lie motionless. How sweet an hour spent in such scenes as this, When Peace looks down from heaven in plain tive mood And Earth in deep tranquillity of bliss |