have done as they did.
_Don Juan, Canto I_. LORD BYRON.

To rest, the cushion and soft dean invite,
Who never mentions hell to ears polite.
_Moral Essays, Epistle IV_. A. POPE.

Perverts the Prophets and purloins the Psalms.
_English Bards and Scotch Reviewers_. LORD BYRON.

So shall they build me altars in their zeal,
Where knaves shall minister, and fools shall kneel:
Where faith may mutter o'er her mystic spell,
Written in blood--and Bigotry may swell
The sail he spreads for Heaven with blast from hell!
_Lalla Rookh: The Veiled Prophet of Khorassan_. T. MOORE.

In hope to merit heaven by making earth a hell.
_Childe Harold, Canto I_. LORD BYRON.

When pious frauds and holy shifts
Are dispensations and gifts.
_Hudibras, Pt. I. Canto III_. S. BUTLER.

Yes,--rather plunge me back in pagan night,
And take my chance with Socrates for bliss,
Than be the Christian of a faith like this,
Which builds on heavenly cant its earthly sway,
And in a convert mourns to lose a prey.
_Intolerance_. T. MOORE.

And after hearing what our Church can say,
If still our reason runs another way,
That private reason 'tis more just to curb,
Than by disputes the public peace disturb;
For points obscure are of small use to learn,
But common quiet is mankind's concern.
_Religio Laici_. J. DRYDEN.

ETERNITY.

The time will come when every change shall cease,
This quick revolving wheel shall rest in peace:
No summer then shall glow, nor winter freeze;
Nothing shall be to come, and nothing past,
But an eternal now shall ever last.
_The Triumph of Eternity_. PETRARCH.

Nothing is there to come, and nothing past,
But an eternal now does always last.
_Davideis, Bk. I_. A. COWLEY.

This speck of life in time's great wilderness,
This narrow isthmus 'twixt two boundless seas,
The past, the future, two eternities!
_Lalla Rookh; The Veiled Prophet of Khorassan_. T. MOORE.

And can eternity belong to me,
Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour?
_Night Thoughts, Night I_. DR. E. YOUNG.

'Tis the divinity that stirs within us;
'Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter,
And indicates eternity to man.
_Cato, Act v. Sc. I_. J. ADDISON.

EVENING.

Sweet the coming on
Of grateful evening mild; then silent night
With this her solemn bird and this fair moon,
And these the gems of heaven, her starry train.
_Paradise Los