particulate air pollution

Hear Thou our plaint, when light is gone / And lawlessness and strife prevail. / Hear, lest the whelming weight of crime / Wreck us with life in view; / Lest thoughts and schemes of sense and time / Earn us a sinner's due.

Last night, at sunset, there were plenty of the most respectable wind-clouds, but now there isn't a capful.

A fair mixture of both blessings no doubt is very exoptable; but the old philosopher is right, taking each singly and separately.