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Ireland.
ADDRESS . If there be aught in virtue but a name ; If Pit y from your eyes one tear may claim ; If mild Benevolence , and feelings kind , Like Mercy ' s dew , have fall ' n upon your mind ; Then have I come , —good fortune be my speed , —
The cause of suffering Brotherhood to plead : To plead!—ah , no!—when here I see around Such hearts ancl hands in virtue ' s compact bound . Hearts prompt tlie call of honour to obey , And hands as lib ' ral as the open clay . Here will I rest , nor for my cause I fear ; AVith you its strongest advocates are here ( laying his hand on
his heart ) . Adieu ! ( going ) Yet no—there ' s something bids me stay ; The ladies—ha ! expect I'd something say About our secret;—if I thought it right , Egad ! I think I'd let it out to-night : See how they ask me , with imploring looks , Ancl eyes as briht as angels radiant books
g , AVherein I read , as plain as ' twere in print , " Do Pritchard , give us now a little hint ; Nay , never put that horrid solemn face on , But tell how you first became a Mason : AVhat mean your signs—ancl why Craftsmen wear , Our sex ' s badge—that odious apron there ?"
111 tell you , then ; but , ladies , apropos ! I beg this business may no further go : A Mason ' s secret is—eleny ' t who can—To love you more than any other man ; His proudest glory and his highest aim , To guard your honour and defend your fame . To square his actions , and by truth ' s pure light , his
To keep steps in justice ' s path aright ; To one strai ght rule and maxim to attend—Ne ' er to desert a Brother or a friend ; And far o ' er these , to prize above the rest The jewel—honour , beaming on the breast ; To line in compass , and of course to dote Upon the compass of a petticoat .
The apron next—ah , there ' s a cruel stop , I 'd rather let that awkward subject drop : A ' et never murmur , ye indignant fair , If we awhile the apron ' s triumphs share ; I ts mystic honours at your feet we fling , And yield us captive ' s to your apron string . And now one word of heartfelt thanks I ' el speak , But gratitude is dumb ancl language weak ; The tears—the pray ' rs of those your bounty bless ,
bhali thank the hearts that made their sorrow less . Brother Brown , of Lodge No . 100 , has received the unanimous thanks of the Grancl Lodge of Ireland , for his liberality in presenting to that hotly a valuable map of Palestine , and a richly-framed coloured print of the Grand Master of England .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Ireland.
ADDRESS . If there be aught in virtue but a name ; If Pit y from your eyes one tear may claim ; If mild Benevolence , and feelings kind , Like Mercy ' s dew , have fall ' n upon your mind ; Then have I come , —good fortune be my speed , —
The cause of suffering Brotherhood to plead : To plead!—ah , no!—when here I see around Such hearts ancl hands in virtue ' s compact bound . Hearts prompt tlie call of honour to obey , And hands as lib ' ral as the open clay . Here will I rest , nor for my cause I fear ; AVith you its strongest advocates are here ( laying his hand on
his heart ) . Adieu ! ( going ) Yet no—there ' s something bids me stay ; The ladies—ha ! expect I'd something say About our secret;—if I thought it right , Egad ! I think I'd let it out to-night : See how they ask me , with imploring looks , Ancl eyes as briht as angels radiant books
g , AVherein I read , as plain as ' twere in print , " Do Pritchard , give us now a little hint ; Nay , never put that horrid solemn face on , But tell how you first became a Mason : AVhat mean your signs—ancl why Craftsmen wear , Our sex ' s badge—that odious apron there ?"
111 tell you , then ; but , ladies , apropos ! I beg this business may no further go : A Mason ' s secret is—eleny ' t who can—To love you more than any other man ; His proudest glory and his highest aim , To guard your honour and defend your fame . To square his actions , and by truth ' s pure light , his
To keep steps in justice ' s path aright ; To one strai ght rule and maxim to attend—Ne ' er to desert a Brother or a friend ; And far o ' er these , to prize above the rest The jewel—honour , beaming on the breast ; To line in compass , and of course to dote Upon the compass of a petticoat .
The apron next—ah , there ' s a cruel stop , I 'd rather let that awkward subject drop : A ' et never murmur , ye indignant fair , If we awhile the apron ' s triumphs share ; I ts mystic honours at your feet we fling , And yield us captive ' s to your apron string . And now one word of heartfelt thanks I ' el speak , But gratitude is dumb ancl language weak ; The tears—the pray ' rs of those your bounty bless ,
bhali thank the hearts that made their sorrow less . Brother Brown , of Lodge No . 100 , has received the unanimous thanks of the Grancl Lodge of Ireland , for his liberality in presenting to that hotly a valuable map of Palestine , and a richly-framed coloured print of the Grand Master of England .