t want it;
But we hae meat, and we can eat,
Sae let the Lord be thankit.
604
BURNS: _Grace before Meat._

=Echo.=

Echo waits with art and care
And will the faults of song repair.
605
EMERSON: _May-Day,_ Line 439.

O love, they die, in yon rich sky,
They faint on hill or field or river:
Our echoes roll from soul to soul,
And grow for ever and for ever.
606
TENNYSON: _The Princess,_ Pt. iii., _Song._

=Eclipse.=

The sun, ...
In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds
On half the nations, and with fear of change
Perplexes monarchs.
607
MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. i., Line 597.

=Eden.=

They hand in hand, with wand'ring steps and slow,
Through Eden took their solitary way.
608
MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. xii., Line 645.

=Education.=

'Tis education forms the common mind;
Just as the twig is bent, the tree's inclin'd.
609
POPE: _Moral Essays,_ Epis. i., Line 149.

=Eloquence.=

His tongue
Dropt manna, and could make the worse appear
The better reason, to perplex and dash
Maturest counsels.
610
MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 113.

=Emerson.=

There comes Emerson first, whose rich words, every one,
Are like gold nails in temples to hang trophies on.
611
JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL: _A Fable for Critics._

=Eminence.=

He who ascends to mountain tops shall find
The loftiest peaks most wrapp'd in clouds and snow;
He who surpasses or subdues mankind,
Must look down on the hate of those below.
612
BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto iii., St. 45.

=Empire.=

Hands that the rod of empire might have sway'd,
Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre.
613
GRAY: _Elegy,_ St. 12.

=End.=

Life's but a means unto an end; that end
Beginning, mean, and end to all things,--God.
614
BAILEY: _Festus,_ Sc. _A Country Town._

=Endurance.=

'Tis not now who's stout and bold?
But who bears hunger best, and cold?
And he's approv'd the most deserving,
Who longest can hold out at starving.
615
BUTLER: _Hudibras,_ Pt. iii., Canto iii., Line 353.

=England.=

O England!--model to thy inward greatness,
Like little body with a mighty heart,--
What mightst thou do, that honor would thee do,
Were all thy children kind and natural!
616
SHAKS.: _Henry V.,_ Act i., _Chorus._

=Enmity.=

'Tis death to me to be at enmity;
I hate it, and desire all good men's love.
617
SHAKS.: _Richard III.,_ Act ii., Sc. 1.

=Ensign.=

Ay, tear her tattered