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On The Principles And Practice Of Masonry.
principal towns . In the course of the entertainment the generous host had not failed to discover , that amongst his numerous guests there was one for whom , though a stranger , he felt the warmth of friendship , and with whom , though a foreigner , he felt the ties of brotherhood . In a word they were Masons : to draw the Brother aside , to hear the history of their sufferings and privations , and to furnish ample means of relief and consolationwas the work of but few moments . A considerable
, sum of money was advanced by the merchant for the use of the regiment ; and thus—by the existence of a certain principle of action " in two individuals—a multitude were raised from a state of suffering and destitution , to one of comparative enjoyment and ease . In conclusion , allow me to apologize for having trespassed on your time and space much longer than I originally intended;—longer , indeed , than either the matter or quality of my communication has warranted ;
and also to repeat my warmest wishes that your instructive and entertaining Quarterly may receive from the Fraternity that patronage and support to ivhich the character of its contents , both for ability and disposition , so justly entitle it . Alfred Lodge , I remain , & c . & c . Oxford . R . V . T .
Ruina Templi.
RUINA TEMPLI .
MOURN , Judah , mourn thy warriors dead , Thy altars prostrate on the dust—Mourn , Judah , mourn , thy strength is fled , Yet own , alas ! thy doom is just . Hark ! the Romans at thy walls , See where their bright plumed helmets glance—It falls—proud Salem ' s bulwark
falls—Onward thy conquering foes advance . Shall the accursed , unholy Are , Approach the temrde ' s sacred pile ? Oh , Gor > , behold thy sons expire—Thy children slaves to heathens vile . Avenge , avenge the chosen race , Think on thine oath to Abraham sworn ; Preserve thy chosen dwelling place , Nor let thy mystic veil be torn .
Hark ! to that exulting shout , The heathen o ' er thine altars rise ; Thy walls with flames are wreath'd about , Fire and ruin fill the skies . 'Tis past—the sacred veil is torn , — A chosen nation is no more ; Ages to come our ruin mourn
, Let earth our mighty fall deplore . Mourn , Judah , mourn thy warriors dead , Thy altars prostrate in the dust—Mourn , Judah , mourn , thy strength is fled , Yet own , alas ! thy doom is just . JOSKPHUS .
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On The Principles And Practice Of Masonry.
principal towns . In the course of the entertainment the generous host had not failed to discover , that amongst his numerous guests there was one for whom , though a stranger , he felt the warmth of friendship , and with whom , though a foreigner , he felt the ties of brotherhood . In a word they were Masons : to draw the Brother aside , to hear the history of their sufferings and privations , and to furnish ample means of relief and consolationwas the work of but few moments . A considerable
, sum of money was advanced by the merchant for the use of the regiment ; and thus—by the existence of a certain principle of action " in two individuals—a multitude were raised from a state of suffering and destitution , to one of comparative enjoyment and ease . In conclusion , allow me to apologize for having trespassed on your time and space much longer than I originally intended;—longer , indeed , than either the matter or quality of my communication has warranted ;
and also to repeat my warmest wishes that your instructive and entertaining Quarterly may receive from the Fraternity that patronage and support to ivhich the character of its contents , both for ability and disposition , so justly entitle it . Alfred Lodge , I remain , & c . & c . Oxford . R . V . T .
Ruina Templi.
RUINA TEMPLI .
MOURN , Judah , mourn thy warriors dead , Thy altars prostrate on the dust—Mourn , Judah , mourn , thy strength is fled , Yet own , alas ! thy doom is just . Hark ! the Romans at thy walls , See where their bright plumed helmets glance—It falls—proud Salem ' s bulwark
falls—Onward thy conquering foes advance . Shall the accursed , unholy Are , Approach the temrde ' s sacred pile ? Oh , Gor > , behold thy sons expire—Thy children slaves to heathens vile . Avenge , avenge the chosen race , Think on thine oath to Abraham sworn ; Preserve thy chosen dwelling place , Nor let thy mystic veil be torn .
Hark ! to that exulting shout , The heathen o ' er thine altars rise ; Thy walls with flames are wreath'd about , Fire and ruin fill the skies . 'Tis past—the sacred veil is torn , — A chosen nation is no more ; Ages to come our ruin mourn
, Let earth our mighty fall deplore . Mourn , Judah , mourn thy warriors dead , Thy altars prostrate in the dust—Mourn , Judah , mourn , thy strength is fled , Yet own , alas ! thy doom is just . JOSKPHUS .