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Article TO THE EDITOR. ← Page 2 of 2 Article MASONIC ANECDOTE. Page 1 of 1
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To The Editor.
The teeming universe , and can unfold Her hidden mysteries , more rare than gold . I know the spell that kindles up his eye To view the hills that raise their heads on hi gh , And all the depths o ' er which the billows flow , To shroud a dark , unfathomed world below . I love each Brother , who , with meek respect ,
Bends low his head to Nature ' s Architect ! I know the tie that binds ye all in one ; E ' en with the world that secret power began ; And it shall last and use its vast control , Till heavens and earth are twisted as a scroll ! Pray , think not , sir , I only write to show These threadbare truthsthe little that I know
, , And deck them out in female vain parade , To gain , perchance , the name—blue stocking maid ! From love I write , which I will ever bear All those who now the mystic honours share : I have perused your pages , ancl I find
1 ruths that are patent to all woman kind . Perhaps you'll smile , and whisper in my ear , " AVe keep the secret from you yet , my dear !" This may be true ; and I will not gainsay AA ^ hat you aver , but deem it all fair play . AVere I to hand you , sir , a fragrant flower , Culled from the stems of some celestial bower , What
though you might not hear its whispered name , Its scent , its fragrance , would exhale the same . Your secret ' s name I do not know , ' tis true , The substance mine , the shadow rests with you . Dear sir ! if deemed not a profane abuse To keep a corner for a sister ' s use , This may , perchance , be only preface to
Some future tributes from my pen to you , Inspired by love that ever fills my heart , For every Brother of the mystic art . Haddington , March , 1836 . HELEN .
Masonic Anecdote.
MASONIC ANECDOTE .
HAVING been recommended for promotion in the 8 th AT ^ est India regiment about to he embodied at Barbadoes , I proceeded to that island in the month of April , 1804 .. Lieutenant-Colonel Duncan Campbell of the Royals , soon afterwards arrived there from Guadaloupe , on his parole , having been captured , together with Majors Blair and Alexander M'Donell of Keppoch , by a French privateer , on his way from England to join his regiment . On its being discovered that Major M'Donell
was a Freemason , the privateer ' s captain was particularly kind to him , as well as to his companions , ancl their baggage was preserved from plunder . He was introduced at a Mason ' s Lodge in Guadaloupe , where the whole party received great attention . Soon afterwards , having been supplied with money , they were permitted to leave the island on their parole until exchanged . —Extracted from the United Service Journal .
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To The Editor.
The teeming universe , and can unfold Her hidden mysteries , more rare than gold . I know the spell that kindles up his eye To view the hills that raise their heads on hi gh , And all the depths o ' er which the billows flow , To shroud a dark , unfathomed world below . I love each Brother , who , with meek respect ,
Bends low his head to Nature ' s Architect ! I know the tie that binds ye all in one ; E ' en with the world that secret power began ; And it shall last and use its vast control , Till heavens and earth are twisted as a scroll ! Pray , think not , sir , I only write to show These threadbare truthsthe little that I know
, , And deck them out in female vain parade , To gain , perchance , the name—blue stocking maid ! From love I write , which I will ever bear All those who now the mystic honours share : I have perused your pages , ancl I find
1 ruths that are patent to all woman kind . Perhaps you'll smile , and whisper in my ear , " AVe keep the secret from you yet , my dear !" This may be true ; and I will not gainsay AA ^ hat you aver , but deem it all fair play . AVere I to hand you , sir , a fragrant flower , Culled from the stems of some celestial bower , What
though you might not hear its whispered name , Its scent , its fragrance , would exhale the same . Your secret ' s name I do not know , ' tis true , The substance mine , the shadow rests with you . Dear sir ! if deemed not a profane abuse To keep a corner for a sister ' s use , This may , perchance , be only preface to
Some future tributes from my pen to you , Inspired by love that ever fills my heart , For every Brother of the mystic art . Haddington , March , 1836 . HELEN .
Masonic Anecdote.
MASONIC ANECDOTE .
HAVING been recommended for promotion in the 8 th AT ^ est India regiment about to he embodied at Barbadoes , I proceeded to that island in the month of April , 1804 .. Lieutenant-Colonel Duncan Campbell of the Royals , soon afterwards arrived there from Guadaloupe , on his parole , having been captured , together with Majors Blair and Alexander M'Donell of Keppoch , by a French privateer , on his way from England to join his regiment . On its being discovered that Major M'Donell
was a Freemason , the privateer ' s captain was particularly kind to him , as well as to his companions , ancl their baggage was preserved from plunder . He was introduced at a Mason ' s Lodge in Guadaloupe , where the whole party received great attention . Soon afterwards , having been supplied with money , they were permitted to leave the island on their parole until exchanged . —Extracted from the United Service Journal .