‘I shall, and I hope your present errand at least is an honest one.’
‘It is,’ said Rust, with a strange smile; ‘it is to punish a criminal.’ He opened the door and went off without another word.
NIGHT AND MORNING.
‘To-morrow to fresh fields and pastures new!’
Lycidas.
Yes! I have been for many a changeful year,
Studious or sensual, gay or wild, or sad,
An earnest votary of Evening. She
Had something wondrous winning to my eye,
So soft she was, and quiet. Often too,