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Thence , ripe for the fair , He flies all care , To Dame Thetis' charms , Till roused from her arms , By the morn .

CHORUS . So do we , onr labour done , First the glass , And then the lass :

And then , Sweet slumbers give fresh force , To run onr course ; Thus with the rising sun .

II . The courso of tho sun all our mysteries defines ; First Masonry rose in tho East , Then to no point confin'd , His rays oheer mankind ;

Besides , who'll deny that he well knows tho signs . Tho Grand Master ho , Then of Masons shall bo , Nor shall aught tho Craft harm Till to shine and warm He has ceas'd .

CHORUS . Then , like him , our labour bo done , & c . AIR IV . —Tn the Temple of Bacchus . At a jovial meeting of the Gods once , on high , Ere Bacchus was hatched from Jupiter ' s thigh ,

This one told his story , and that one sung his 3 ong , And did what ho could , lest the time should seem long , Apollo read versos , the Graces wreath'd flowers , The MuseB of Harmony sung for the powers ; Bully Mars cracked his joke , and Momns his jest , Yet their mirth wanted something to give it a zest .

II . Says Jove , our assembly to-day ' s pretty full , Yet I don't know how 'tis , we ' re horridly dnll . We have all the ingredients that mirth should inspire ,

But some clay-born alloy damps our heav'nly fire . I have it—in this I'll a mixture enclose , Of all the delights whence good fellowship flows , And we'll taste of its produce , for mirth ' s bad at best , When there's anything wanting to give it a zest .

. So saying , so doing , he buried his shrine , Which quickly sprang np in the form of a vine , The leaves broad and verdant , the fruit deepest blue ,

Whence a juice flow'd , that health , love of youth , might renew ; It's influence to feel , they came round it in swarms , Mars took a draft of courage and Venus drank charms , Momns swallow'd bon mots , Cupid love—so the rest , While Jove spurning nectar , cry'd—This is the zest .

SONG . —Coachman . Here I was , my good masters ; my name ' s Teddy Clinoh , My cattle are sound , and I drive to an inch .

From Hyde-park to White-chapel I well know the town , And many ' s the time I've tcok up and set down ; In short , in the bills , I'll be bound for't , there ' s not A young youth who like Teddy can trip the long trot .

n . Oh , the notions of life that I see from my box , While fares of all kinds come about me in flocks ;

The sot , who I drive home to sleep out the day , The kind one , who plies for a fare at the play : Or yonr gents of the law , there , who , fonr in a lot , To Westminster-hall I oft trip the long trot .

m . My coach receives all , like the gallows and sea , So I touch but my fare , yon know , all ' s one to me ,

The men of the gown and the men of the sword , A mariner or gambler , a rogue or a lord , To wherever you're going , I well know the spot . And do you tip a tizzy , I'll trip the long trot .

DUETTO . —Skatm-s . This bleak and frosty morning , All thought of danger scorning , Our spirits briskly flow , We ' re all in a glow ,

Thro tbe sparkling snow , While skating we go , With a fa , la , la , la , To the sound of the merry horn . From right to left we are plying ,

Swifter than the winds we re flying , Spheres and spheres surrounding , Health and strength abounding . In circles we sleep ,

Onr poise still we keep , Behold how we sweep The face of the deep . With a fa , la , la , la , To the sound of the merry horn .

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u . Great Jovo looks on ns , smiling , Who thns the time beguiliug , Where tho waters he seal . Still rove on our keel , Our weapons are steel ,

And no daugor wo feel . With a fa , la , la , la . See onr train advances , See how each skater lances , Health aud strength abounding ,

While horns and oboes sounding , The Tritons shall blow , Their conch-shells below ,

Anil their beards tear to show , While a-skatiug wo go , With a fa , la , la , la , To tho sound of the merry horn .

CATCH . —Lawyers . Lawyer Brief , why all this stir ? Upon my word you wrong me , Sir ; I am not ( as you say ) a thief , In truth , you wrong mo , lawyer Brief .

Who was it took a double too ? Who rnpp'd ? Who put in a sham plea ? Who should bo pilloried ? Who ' s a thief ? Who should bo hanged ? Cheat , Lawyer Brief !

Come , bo friends , nor make this rout , Brothers as we are , to fall out , Besides , thief should not cry out thief ; Yon understand me , Lawyer Brief .

RECIT . —Hiram Abiff . Thy perils are all past , thy toils are o ' er , Nor ever shall hard fortune vex thee more . Leave me thy jarring foes to reconcile , And follow whore , in wonder lost the while ,

The Masons' noble science yon shall see In all tho pomp and pride of pageantry , Where brothers , gracing Hiram's memory , Upon the ancient stock a scion graft , Choosing a master to tho Royal Craft .

AIR . Hail Masonry , thou Craft divine ; Glory on earth from heaven reveal'd , Which does with jewels precious shiuo , To all but Masons' eyes conceal'd .

As men from brutes distinguished are , A Mason other men excels ; For what ' s in knowledge choice or rare , But in his breast secnrely dwells ? His silent breast , and faithful heart , Preserve the secrets of our art .

II . From scorching heat and piercing cold , From beasts whoso roar the forest rends , From assault of warriors bold , The Mason's art mankind defends .

Ensigns of State that feed our pride , Distinctions tronblesome and vain , By Masons true are laid aside ; Art ' s free-born sons such toys disdain ; Ennobled by the name they bear , Distinguished by the badge they wear !

HI . Sweet fellowship ! from envy free . Friendly converse of brotherhood , The Lodge's lasting cement be , Which has for ages firmly stood .

Be justice done in every Jay ; Those who have enriched the art , Down to the Master of this day , Let each Brother bear a part ; Let noble Masons' health go round ; Their praise in lofty Lodge resound !

CHORUS . —In the Procession . Your cymbals tune , your voices raise , Sing the name , And mighty fame ,

Of Solomon in ever-living song ! He our Grand Master shall remain , While lofty pile , and holy fane , Vestige , or monument of taste , Of glorious Masonry shall last .

RECIT . —Hiram . I am come to crave admittance for A Brother and a Visitor :

One from his duty never swerving , Who will prove faithful and deserving ; And who would fain , tho brethren greeting , Be present at the general meeting .

CnoRus . —Tlie last . Fill a capacious bowl , While we proclaim , The Mason's fame ,