Presumptuous! whither would’st thou fly? Earth’s vapours mock thine eye of clay. Mark crimson _evening’s_ golden sky, And hope the morrow’s promised day. _From the Swedish of Ingelgren._ Few bring back at _eve_, Immaculate, the manners of the morn. Something we thought is blotted; we resolved, Is shaken; we renounced, returns again. _Young._ Sweet after showers, ambrosial air, That rollest from the gorgeous gloom Of _evening_, over brake, and bloom, And meadow, slowly breathing bare The round of space, and rapt below Through all the dewy-tassell’d wood, And shadowing down the horned flood In ripples, fan my brows and blow The fever from my cheek, and sigh The full new life that feeds thy breath Throughout my frame, till doubt and death, Ill brethren, let the fancy fly From belt to belt of crimson seas On leagues of odour streaming far, To where in yonder orient star A hundred spirits whisper “Peace.” _Tennyson._ Pleasantly comest thou, Dew of the _evening_, to the crisp’d up grass; And the curl’d corn-blades bow, And the light breezes pass, That their parch’d lips may feel thee, and expand, Thou sweet reviver of the fever’d land. So, to the thirsting soul, Cometh the dew of the Almighty’s love; And the scathed heart, made whole, Turneth in joy above, To where the spirit freely may expand, And rove, untrammelled, in that better “land.” _W. D. Gallagher._ Behold the western _evening_-light! It melts in deepening gloom; So calmly Christians sink away, Descending to the tomb. The winds breathe low; the withering leaf Scarce whispers from the tree; So gently flows the parting breath, When good men cease to be. How beautiful on all the hills The crimson light is shed! ’Tis like the peace the Christian gives To mourners round his bed. How mildly on the wandering cloud The sunset beam is cast; ’Tis like the memory left behind, When loved ones breathe their last. And now above the dews of night, The yellow star appears; So faith springs in the heart of those Whose eyes are bathed in tears. But soon the morning’s happier light Its glory shall restore, And eyelids that are seal’d in death. Shall wake, to close no more. _Peabody._ EXAMPLE. If I then, your Lord and Master, have washed your feet: ye also ought to wash one another’s feet. For I have given you an _example_, that ye should do as I have done to you.--John, xiii. 14, 15.