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Article THE MAJOR IN THE BLACK-HOLE. ← Page 3 of 3 Article BOARD OF STEWARDS. Page 1 of 3 →
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The Major In The Black-Hole.
Mrs . Major Dragonfly shook her head and cried the more at the interrogation . "I say , madam , that he is in prison , " said the Reverend Doctor Hippocras ;—¦ " say , that he is a captive . I do not seek to paint the dismal reality with fictitious colours ; no , madam , I would have you know the whole dark truth—every tittle of it in its worst darkness ; and thenmadamwhen I had made look the fearful icture
, , you upon p , I would bid you to hope for every tiling . " Mrs . Major Dragonfly sobbed with vehemence . "Listen tome , madam ; your husband , Major Dragonfly , is in prison : you hear that , madam ?" Mrs . Major Dragonfly nodded . " In a most loathsome—in a most horrible prison ! The captives are manacledmadam manacled . The husband of your bosommadam
, ; yes , , , is in iron bonds . " Mrs . Major Dragonfly sighed from the bottom of her heart . " More , madam , " said the Reverend Doctor Hippocras , " More : each prisoner , as I am credibly informed , is fettered to a fellow-prisoner . Still I command you to hope . Speak , madam ; let me hear that you do hope . Let me have some signs by which 1 may know that you discard this obstinate sorrow—this most obdurate grief . "
Mrs . Major Dragonfly tried to speak . The Reverend Doctor Hippocras returned to the charge . He repeated— " Now , ma ' am , speak to me . Your husband is in prison—a captive , fettered to a fellow-captive , " " Heaven !—Heaven ! " cried Mrs . Major Dragonfly . " Proceed , madam , " said the Doctor , who then repeated— " captive fettered to a captive !"
" Heaven , " cried the afflicted wife , with a mighty gush of teats , " Heaven in its mercy "" Go on , madam . " " Help— -help the poor man "" Proceed , " cried the doctor . " " The—the "—ancl Mrs . Dragonfly made a last effort— " the Major ' s attained lo !" J .
Board Of Stewards.
BOARD OF STEWARDS .
TO THE EDITOR . SIR AND B ROTHER , —Having previously served the office of Steward for the three Masonic Charities , as representative of the British Lodge , No . S , I hacl last year the honour of being unanimousl y deputed by that body to sustain their credit in the Board of Grand Stewards , a duty I have now had the gratification of fulfilling . These
appointments have afforded me ample opportunities of judging of the manner in which the Boards are respectively worked , and I am desirous , through the pages of the " Freemasons' Quarterly , " the only medium by which errors may be safely and effectually remedied , and improvements promoted , to throw out a few hints that may not be unworthy of attention
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The Major In The Black-Hole.
Mrs . Major Dragonfly shook her head and cried the more at the interrogation . "I say , madam , that he is in prison , " said the Reverend Doctor Hippocras ;—¦ " say , that he is a captive . I do not seek to paint the dismal reality with fictitious colours ; no , madam , I would have you know the whole dark truth—every tittle of it in its worst darkness ; and thenmadamwhen I had made look the fearful icture
, , you upon p , I would bid you to hope for every tiling . " Mrs . Major Dragonfly sobbed with vehemence . "Listen tome , madam ; your husband , Major Dragonfly , is in prison : you hear that , madam ?" Mrs . Major Dragonfly nodded . " In a most loathsome—in a most horrible prison ! The captives are manacledmadam manacled . The husband of your bosommadam
, ; yes , , , is in iron bonds . " Mrs . Major Dragonfly sighed from the bottom of her heart . " More , madam , " said the Reverend Doctor Hippocras , " More : each prisoner , as I am credibly informed , is fettered to a fellow-prisoner . Still I command you to hope . Speak , madam ; let me hear that you do hope . Let me have some signs by which 1 may know that you discard this obstinate sorrow—this most obdurate grief . "
Mrs . Major Dragonfly tried to speak . The Reverend Doctor Hippocras returned to the charge . He repeated— " Now , ma ' am , speak to me . Your husband is in prison—a captive , fettered to a fellow-captive , " " Heaven !—Heaven ! " cried Mrs . Major Dragonfly . " Proceed , madam , " said the Doctor , who then repeated— " captive fettered to a captive !"
" Heaven , " cried the afflicted wife , with a mighty gush of teats , " Heaven in its mercy "" Go on , madam . " " Help— -help the poor man "" Proceed , " cried the doctor . " " The—the "—ancl Mrs . Dragonfly made a last effort— " the Major ' s attained lo !" J .
Board Of Stewards.
BOARD OF STEWARDS .
TO THE EDITOR . SIR AND B ROTHER , —Having previously served the office of Steward for the three Masonic Charities , as representative of the British Lodge , No . S , I hacl last year the honour of being unanimousl y deputed by that body to sustain their credit in the Board of Grand Stewards , a duty I have now had the gratification of fulfilling . These
appointments have afforded me ample opportunities of judging of the manner in which the Boards are respectively worked , and I am desirous , through the pages of the " Freemasons' Quarterly , " the only medium by which errors may be safely and effectually remedied , and improvements promoted , to throw out a few hints that may not be unworthy of attention