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Article EXTRACTS FROM A MASON'S SCRAP BOOK. ← Page 2 of 3 →
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Extracts From A Mason's Scrap Book.
five of which are double . AVhen they read the Bible in their synagogue they cover the face ivith a transparent veil , in memory of Moses , who descended from the mountain with his face covered , ancl who thus published the decalogue , and the law of God to his people ; they read a section every Sabbath clay . Thus the Jews of China , like the Jews of Europe , read all the law during the year .
Rome , March 21 st . —The German students having obtained permission to sing in the Coloseum , I determined to be present . The night fortunately was comparatively mild , and I found most of the visitors to the Eternal City assembled when I arrived , and among the galaxy of beauty , I am proud to say , my fair countrywomen were most conspicuous . It was a lovely sight to behold so many persons assembled in the midst of the most magnificent ruin in perhaps the world
Europe , . Some were seated in groups at the base of the great cross , erected in the centre of the building , others were promenading under the arches . The singers were in the first gallery , and the effect of the red glare of their torches through the broken columns was picturesque . Of course , the Coloseum being consecrated , only sacred music could be performed .
'Tis night , and the silver moon is stealing From her veil of clouds , like a timid bride . The Coloseum ' s fallen pile revealing Old Rome thy boast , thy column'd forum ' s pride . Hark ! ' tis the strain of music , —how unlike The strains that echoed through this pile of yore ,
When the trained captive ' s arm was raised to strike , And the arena ran with human gore . Ages have past , —thy sons , Germania , yet Attract the young ancl beautiful of Rome ; To listen to thy native song are met , Strangers from other lands , beside thine own .
Hark!—' tis the evening hymn , —Ave Maria , — Sweetly it echoes from the ruined wall , Lingers in each lone arch or rises near , Or murmurs like the distant waterfall . Old Rome , not in thy days of pagan power , AVhen o ' er the subject world the eagles flew ,
Saw ' st thou a spectacle fair as this hour , And thy fallen pride presents to view ? No widowed mother mourns that we are met , From joys like thine our pleasures are refined , They wake no blush of shame , no vain regret , They touch the heart , they elevate the mind .
July 20 th , Convent at the summit of Mount Cents . —Found an old English paper , which had been left by some travellers , and amused myself with it while the monks prepared my dinner of trout , fresh taken from the lake before me . Rejoiced to find that the Grand Master ,
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Extracts From A Mason's Scrap Book.
five of which are double . AVhen they read the Bible in their synagogue they cover the face ivith a transparent veil , in memory of Moses , who descended from the mountain with his face covered , ancl who thus published the decalogue , and the law of God to his people ; they read a section every Sabbath clay . Thus the Jews of China , like the Jews of Europe , read all the law during the year .
Rome , March 21 st . —The German students having obtained permission to sing in the Coloseum , I determined to be present . The night fortunately was comparatively mild , and I found most of the visitors to the Eternal City assembled when I arrived , and among the galaxy of beauty , I am proud to say , my fair countrywomen were most conspicuous . It was a lovely sight to behold so many persons assembled in the midst of the most magnificent ruin in perhaps the world
Europe , . Some were seated in groups at the base of the great cross , erected in the centre of the building , others were promenading under the arches . The singers were in the first gallery , and the effect of the red glare of their torches through the broken columns was picturesque . Of course , the Coloseum being consecrated , only sacred music could be performed .
'Tis night , and the silver moon is stealing From her veil of clouds , like a timid bride . The Coloseum ' s fallen pile revealing Old Rome thy boast , thy column'd forum ' s pride . Hark ! ' tis the strain of music , —how unlike The strains that echoed through this pile of yore ,
When the trained captive ' s arm was raised to strike , And the arena ran with human gore . Ages have past , —thy sons , Germania , yet Attract the young ancl beautiful of Rome ; To listen to thy native song are met , Strangers from other lands , beside thine own .
Hark!—' tis the evening hymn , —Ave Maria , — Sweetly it echoes from the ruined wall , Lingers in each lone arch or rises near , Or murmurs like the distant waterfall . Old Rome , not in thy days of pagan power , AVhen o ' er the subject world the eagles flew ,
Saw ' st thou a spectacle fair as this hour , And thy fallen pride presents to view ? No widowed mother mourns that we are met , From joys like thine our pleasures are refined , They wake no blush of shame , no vain regret , They touch the heart , they elevate the mind .
July 20 th , Convent at the summit of Mount Cents . —Found an old English paper , which had been left by some travellers , and amused myself with it while the monks prepared my dinner of trout , fresh taken from the lake before me . Rejoiced to find that the Grand Master ,