Is Pope Pius Ix. A Freemason?

own , or an assumed name , was made a Mason . Until Avehave his reply , Ave shall take for granted that the record proves him not to be a Mason . We have given the Avhole record , as it appears in the archives of the Grand Lodge of Pennsylvania , and from this source of Masonic information nothing further remains to be obtained . — The Keystone .

Another New Year.

ANOTHER NEW YEAR .

How the years UOAV on ! hoAv rapidly they pass , From human sig ht and consciousness , One by one , in glad or drear array . HOAV noiseless is their march . They seem to flit from us as if by magic ,

Leaving us nothing but their solemn memories . Another year has left us , and Ave greet With altered hopes and fears , another . But yet hoAV small's the sum of all these years

, Which have been ours on this nether earth . For joy and sorrow , friendship and affection , The liA'ing sympathy and the gentle will , The happiness which entered like a passing guest

Into our humble homestead , all are gone , And in their stead , like dimly-shrouded ghosts , Are sighing recollections , and aching hearts . For Avith another year there crowd upon us

The voices of the past , the joys that are no more , The echoes of dead hours , buried years , In all their retrospect of vain regrets . And those Avho once Avere ours , still are

ours In the great unseen land , seem fresh and fair as ever , As time records once more its mystic calendar . Yet earth and life have no abiding charm for us

, No rest , no satisfying , no portion here . We haA'e , and still Ave have not ; We have and yet Ave keep not ; All things pass , if one by one , yet pass they do and must . Mirth and emotion , and joy and tenderness ,

Another New Year.

Affection ' s flow , and guileless inuoeen . ce Leave us ere long , the flowers of an hour . In this IIOAV like is life to that old manor house , We oft have seen surrounded by long grass And moaning Avoods , ail stately yet ftvLrn ;

It once could echo Avith soft childhood ' s laughter , But noAv deserted in its grey decay , Is but a shattered token of bye-gone strength and grace . And so the years which leaA'e us in their

turn , Tell but their silent tale of faded happiness , And are but a shattered monument of the past , A crumbling milestone on the pilgrim ' s road . Yet here ' s another year before us UOAV ! Who of us all can say that Ave shall see

another ? Who of us all can reckon on . twelve months more ? No , this A'ery year may be our very last , Our last in time , our first in God ' s eternity . So let us listen to the softening message Which each neAv year has for our toiling

race , In faith and fear , in trust and truth . And let us move on calmly , humbly , Ever belieA'ing tha , t midst this troubled world , The great Invisible still rules this earth

and us , That all things here are for the best , Be they Avhat they may , they are the best , Best for all the fleeting years of human life , Best for that blessed dawn Avhen time has ceas'd to be . A . F . A . W . Nitw Y EAII ' DAY , 1875 .

Waiting For Her—A Mesmerists' Story.

WAITING FOR HER—A MESMERISTS' STORY .

BY BRO . EMKA HOLHES . IN THREE CHAPTERS . CHAPTER I . Uncle Archdale gave a Christinas party

two years ago , and , of course I Avas there . He was our bachelor uncle , you know . We have no parents , Lizzie and I , but every Christmas-day uncle had his nephews and nieces Avith him to dinner , and we always Avent Avith the rest .