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Reviews.

"I ' m sick of the Avorld audits trouble , For rest and seclusion I thirst ; 3 I ' m tired of the gay tinted bubble , That brighteneth only to burst !" Some of us may have actually experienced , in propria personi & , what the

poet so truthfully describes . "Too TRAJE . " 'Tis over ! It is done at last ! The fetters Cupid forges Were riveted quite hard and fast , Last Monday , at St . George ' s .

A shoddycrat Avith ample means , A priest intoning neatly , A bishop ancl tAvo rural deans , Have tied the knot completely .

"And so yours on your honeymoon , And Avear a golden fetter ; You speculate— 'tis rather soon" Is it for Averse or better ?" You ' re thinking of a year

ago'Twas just such sunny Aveather—But somehow time Avent not so slow When wo two were together . " A year ago , those pretty eyes A AVorld of truth reflected ; A year ago , your deepest si g hs

I never half suspected : A year ago , my tale I told , And you Avere glad to listen ; You Avere as pure , as good as gold , Or any maid fresh lcissen .

" In life s brief play you chose your part , Poor little foolish vendor 1 You sold your trustful loving heart For shoddy ancl for splendour . The sky so blue , the sea so glad , Brings joyous recollections ; And yet you seem a Avorld too sad For honeymoon reflections I "

We think that every one of our readers Will delight , as we did , in the tender tone and solemn " refrain" of Blankton Weir . "BLANKTON WEIR : " A Water-side Lyric . " 'Tis a queer old pile of timbersall gnarled

, and rough and green , Both moss-o ' ergroAvn andAVeed-covered , and jagg & d too , I ween ! 'Tis battered and ' tis spattered , all AVorn ancl knocked about , Beclamped Avith rusty rivets , and bepatched with timbers stout :

A tottering , trembling structure , enshrining memories dear , This weather-beaten harrier , this quaint old Blankton Weir . "While leaning on those withered rails

Avhat feelings oft come back , ' As I watch the white foam sparkling and note the current ' s track ; What croAvds of fleeting fancies come dancing through my brain ! And the good old days of Blankton I h

, ve them o ' er again ; What hopes and fears , gay smiles , sad tears , seemed mirrored in the mere , While looking on its glassy face by tell-tale Blankton Weir !

" I ' ve seen it basking ' neath the rays of summer ' s golden gloAV , Ancl when SAveetly by the moonlight , silver ripples ebb and AOAV ; When Nature starts in spring-time , aAvakening into life ;

When autumn leaves are falling , and the yellow corn is rife ; 'Mid the rime and sleet of Avinter , all through the live-long year , I ' ve watched the Avater rushing through this tide-worn Blankton Weir .

" And I mind me of one even , so calm ancl clear and bri ght , What songs we sang—whose voices rangthat lovely summer night . Where are the hearty voices noAV Avho trolled those good old lays 1

And where the silvery laughter that rang in byegone days 1 Come back that night of long ago ! Come back the moonli ght clear ! When hearts beat li ght , and eyes Arere bright , about old Blankton Weir .

was ever indolence so SAveet , Avere ever days so fine , As when we lounged in that old punt and played Avith rod and line ? 'Tis true few fish we caught there , but the good old ale Ave quaffed ,

As Ave chatted , too , and smoked there , and idled , dreamed , and laughed : Then thought AVe only of to-day , of morrow ] lacl no fear , For SOITOAV scarce had tinged the stream that floAved through Blankton Weir ,

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Untitled Article 1
Monthly Masonic Summary. Article 2
FREEMASONRY IN ROME. Article 3
THE UNOPENED LETTER. Article 7
MASONIC NUMISMATICS. Article 7
THE ENCHANTED ISLE OF THE SEA. Article 10
LISTS OF OLD LODGES, No. 3. Article 13
A LIST OF THE WARRANTED LODGES Article 13
THE BIRTH OF THE ROSE. Article 17
BY THE "SAD SEA WAVES." Article 17
AN OLD, OLD STORY. Article 18
AN AMERICAN VINDICATION OF AMERICANS. Article 20
No. 194, UNDER THE "ANCIENTS" AND ITS RECORDS. Article 23
SONNET. Article 23
ALLHALLOWS, BREAD STREET. Article 24
GERARD MONTAGU: Article 26
FATHER FOY ON SECRET SOCIETIES. Article 29
SLEEP ON MY HEART. Article 34
PUT YOURSELF IN MY PLACE. Article 35
JOINING THE FREEMASONS. Article 37
THE PHILADELPHIA EXHIBITION. Article 39
LOVE'S UTTERANCE. Article 41
POETS' CORNER. Article 41
A PECULIAR CASE. Article 43
Our Archaeological Corner. Article 47
VULGARITY. Article 49
SONNET. Article 51
THE ORIGIN AND REFERENCES OF THE HERMESIAN SPURIOUS FREEMASONRY. Article 52
ADDRESS OF THE GRAND MASTER, J. H. GRAHAM, L.L.D., &c. Article 53
Reviews. Article 55
NOTES ON LITERATURE, SCIENCE AND ART. Article 62
THE OBJECT OF A LIFE. Article 66
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Reviews.

"I ' m sick of the Avorld audits trouble , For rest and seclusion I thirst ; 3 I ' m tired of the gay tinted bubble , That brighteneth only to burst !" Some of us may have actually experienced , in propria personi & , what the

poet so truthfully describes . "Too TRAJE . " 'Tis over ! It is done at last ! The fetters Cupid forges Were riveted quite hard and fast , Last Monday , at St . George ' s .

A shoddycrat Avith ample means , A priest intoning neatly , A bishop ancl tAvo rural deans , Have tied the knot completely .

"And so yours on your honeymoon , And Avear a golden fetter ; You speculate— 'tis rather soon" Is it for Averse or better ?" You ' re thinking of a year

ago'Twas just such sunny Aveather—But somehow time Avent not so slow When wo two were together . " A year ago , those pretty eyes A AVorld of truth reflected ; A year ago , your deepest si g hs

I never half suspected : A year ago , my tale I told , And you Avere glad to listen ; You Avere as pure , as good as gold , Or any maid fresh lcissen .

" In life s brief play you chose your part , Poor little foolish vendor 1 You sold your trustful loving heart For shoddy ancl for splendour . The sky so blue , the sea so glad , Brings joyous recollections ; And yet you seem a Avorld too sad For honeymoon reflections I "

We think that every one of our readers Will delight , as we did , in the tender tone and solemn " refrain" of Blankton Weir . "BLANKTON WEIR : " A Water-side Lyric . " 'Tis a queer old pile of timbersall gnarled

, and rough and green , Both moss-o ' ergroAvn andAVeed-covered , and jagg & d too , I ween ! 'Tis battered and ' tis spattered , all AVorn ancl knocked about , Beclamped Avith rusty rivets , and bepatched with timbers stout :

A tottering , trembling structure , enshrining memories dear , This weather-beaten harrier , this quaint old Blankton Weir . "While leaning on those withered rails

Avhat feelings oft come back , ' As I watch the white foam sparkling and note the current ' s track ; What croAvds of fleeting fancies come dancing through my brain ! And the good old days of Blankton I h

, ve them o ' er again ; What hopes and fears , gay smiles , sad tears , seemed mirrored in the mere , While looking on its glassy face by tell-tale Blankton Weir !

" I ' ve seen it basking ' neath the rays of summer ' s golden gloAV , Ancl when SAveetly by the moonlight , silver ripples ebb and AOAV ; When Nature starts in spring-time , aAvakening into life ;

When autumn leaves are falling , and the yellow corn is rife ; 'Mid the rime and sleet of Avinter , all through the live-long year , I ' ve watched the Avater rushing through this tide-worn Blankton Weir .

" And I mind me of one even , so calm ancl clear and bri ght , What songs we sang—whose voices rangthat lovely summer night . Where are the hearty voices noAV Avho trolled those good old lays 1

And where the silvery laughter that rang in byegone days 1 Come back that night of long ago ! Come back the moonli ght clear ! When hearts beat li ght , and eyes Arere bright , about old Blankton Weir .

was ever indolence so SAveet , Avere ever days so fine , As when we lounged in that old punt and played Avith rod and line ? 'Tis true few fish we caught there , but the good old ale Ave quaffed ,

As Ave chatted , too , and smoked there , and idled , dreamed , and laughed : Then thought AVe only of to-day , of morrow ] lacl no fear , For SOITOAV scarce had tinged the stream that floAved through Blankton Weir ,

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