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Phcebe Walton.*
Who had no guardians to protect them . Anger'd beyond expression of her thoughts , She rose ancl quitted hastily the room , Leaving her husband and his visitor To mutual interchange of sympathy
The fleeting years pass'd on . Walton had thnv n , Or so it seemed to those who did not know The loss he had sustained in making good The defalcations of an ancient friend—One who had prov'd unfaithful to the trust Repos'd in him . One day , as was his wont At timeshe started to obtain some news
, Of serious moment to his fair repute . But Providence had will'd he ne ' er again Should lovingly embrace his family : A terrible catastrophe bef el The train in which he was a passenger , Ancl he , alas ! was number'd with the dead .
When home was brought her faithful husband s corpse Poor Phoebe ' s grief was piteous to behold . His children , too , were inconsolable ; Nor knew till then how deeply they had lov ' cl One who had been so worthy of their love . But need I dwell upon so sad a picture ? They bore him to his final resting-place
With full Masonic honours . For his wife—¦ However so disposed she might have been , Had it been trusted to her own arrangement —• Made no objection to his ivritten wish For burial by his lodge .
There followed then A strict inquiry into his estate . The widow ancl the fatherless were left With scanty store to meet their heavy needs Ancl even that was heavily encumber'd . But darkest is the hour before the dawn ; And no long time had pass'd ere once again
The widow was restored to affluence . It boots not hoAv the kindly deed was clone , But they who did it were the very men—Members of that mysterious Mason Craft—Whom Phoebe Walton had decried so long And bitterly .
What more I have to tell Is quickly told . Never again was heard From Widow Walton ' s lips the stern regret She'd wed a brother of the Mystic Tie . 'Tis even said , she'll never give consent To any daughter ' s marriage with a man Who ' s not a brother ; ancl that all her sons , If worthy they be found , have vowed to join A lodge of Free ancl Ancient Masonry . G . B . A
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Phcebe Walton.*
Who had no guardians to protect them . Anger'd beyond expression of her thoughts , She rose ancl quitted hastily the room , Leaving her husband and his visitor To mutual interchange of sympathy
The fleeting years pass'd on . Walton had thnv n , Or so it seemed to those who did not know The loss he had sustained in making good The defalcations of an ancient friend—One who had prov'd unfaithful to the trust Repos'd in him . One day , as was his wont At timeshe started to obtain some news
, Of serious moment to his fair repute . But Providence had will'd he ne ' er again Should lovingly embrace his family : A terrible catastrophe bef el The train in which he was a passenger , Ancl he , alas ! was number'd with the dead .
When home was brought her faithful husband s corpse Poor Phoebe ' s grief was piteous to behold . His children , too , were inconsolable ; Nor knew till then how deeply they had lov ' cl One who had been so worthy of their love . But need I dwell upon so sad a picture ? They bore him to his final resting-place
With full Masonic honours . For his wife—¦ However so disposed she might have been , Had it been trusted to her own arrangement —• Made no objection to his ivritten wish For burial by his lodge .
There followed then A strict inquiry into his estate . The widow ancl the fatherless were left With scanty store to meet their heavy needs Ancl even that was heavily encumber'd . But darkest is the hour before the dawn ; And no long time had pass'd ere once again
The widow was restored to affluence . It boots not hoAv the kindly deed was clone , But they who did it were the very men—Members of that mysterious Mason Craft—Whom Phoebe Walton had decried so long And bitterly .
What more I have to tell Is quickly told . Never again was heard From Widow Walton ' s lips the stern regret She'd wed a brother of the Mystic Tie . 'Tis even said , she'll never give consent To any daughter ' s marriage with a man Who ' s not a brother ; ancl that all her sons , If worthy they be found , have vowed to join A lodge of Free ancl Ancient Masonry . G . B . A