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To The Editor.
TO THE EDITOR .
Sm , —In your September Number I perceive an account of a curious Masonic Relic , latel y found in Ireland . I beg to say that those relics are by no means uncommon ; the writer has seen many , and has two in his possession at present , selected from a batch of twelve or fourteen . I am not able to give you the inscriptions on each , as they are not by me , having left them in Ireland ; but the words are of the same import as those of the square described by your correspondent . I have also
seen rules and plumbs , as well as squares , of like antiquity of a large size , from which I conclude that such of the Brethren as were tradesmen , were in the habit of decorating their working tools with Masonic devices and emblems . I am sir , your obedient servant , London , Nov . 20 , 1842 . A NTIQUABIUS .
Poetry.
POETRY .
THE EULOGIUM , USUALLY GIVEN AFTER THE THIBD SEC . OF THE E . A . LECTUBE ( See Preston ' s Illustrations , by Oliver . 14 Ed . p . 33 . ) THROUGHOUT the paths of Masonry we find
Those streams of knowledge which enrich the mind , And which , a high pre-eminence impart To each sincere professor of the art ; Pre-eminence which neither chance nor pow ' r , Nor fickle Fortune can increase or low ' r . Her golden precepts , strictly followed , give To those , who in her magic circle live ,
Peace and tranquillity , amidst the strife—The sorrows and misfortunes of this life . A friend she'll prove from all deception free , Faithful in fortune and adversity ; A precious blessing , that will never change Like the uncertain scenes through which we range , But ever give to aching hearts true ease , AVhen all the " ¦ things of this world" cease to please .
Man , she invests with trul y moral worth , And fits him to perform , whilst here on earth , Those social duties which his heart dictates Are due from man to man in all estates ; His mind against the storms of life she nerves , His peace and sweet domestic bliss preserves ; His fretful ire and angry moods subdues , And with a moral Light his mind imbues ;
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
To The Editor.
TO THE EDITOR .
Sm , —In your September Number I perceive an account of a curious Masonic Relic , latel y found in Ireland . I beg to say that those relics are by no means uncommon ; the writer has seen many , and has two in his possession at present , selected from a batch of twelve or fourteen . I am not able to give you the inscriptions on each , as they are not by me , having left them in Ireland ; but the words are of the same import as those of the square described by your correspondent . I have also
seen rules and plumbs , as well as squares , of like antiquity of a large size , from which I conclude that such of the Brethren as were tradesmen , were in the habit of decorating their working tools with Masonic devices and emblems . I am sir , your obedient servant , London , Nov . 20 , 1842 . A NTIQUABIUS .
Poetry.
POETRY .
THE EULOGIUM , USUALLY GIVEN AFTER THE THIBD SEC . OF THE E . A . LECTUBE ( See Preston ' s Illustrations , by Oliver . 14 Ed . p . 33 . ) THROUGHOUT the paths of Masonry we find
Those streams of knowledge which enrich the mind , And which , a high pre-eminence impart To each sincere professor of the art ; Pre-eminence which neither chance nor pow ' r , Nor fickle Fortune can increase or low ' r . Her golden precepts , strictly followed , give To those , who in her magic circle live ,
Peace and tranquillity , amidst the strife—The sorrows and misfortunes of this life . A friend she'll prove from all deception free , Faithful in fortune and adversity ; A precious blessing , that will never change Like the uncertain scenes through which we range , But ever give to aching hearts true ease , AVhen all the " ¦ things of this world" cease to please .
Man , she invests with trul y moral worth , And fits him to perform , whilst here on earth , Those social duties which his heart dictates Are due from man to man in all estates ; His mind against the storms of life she nerves , His peace and sweet domestic bliss preserves ; His fretful ire and angry moods subdues , And with a moral Light his mind imbues ;