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The New Morality, 1874.

THE NEW MORALITY , 1874 .

Though Time ' s great glittering stream has hurried on , And many startling hours are past and gone , Since in another age , an ahler pen Essayed to teach and warn his fellow men ; TUo' seasons many and . Uvo' changes great Have served to modify our social state ,

It yet may be , that in this restless age , In vivid colours and in friendly page , Some Mentor still , may seek in solemn strain The thoughts of mortals to recall again To ancient wisdoms unpolluted store , To true philosophy ' s ennobling lore , And to the glad truths of a better day , To turn in loving trust and faith away

From all the follies which enchain us now , from broken promise and forgotten voiv , From idle luxury ' s unshamed disgrace , From that all hopeless , that all heedless race , In which the giddy throng so hotly run , To fall before their noontide course is done . And if alas ! to-day the pensive muse With keen but too surely choose

regrets , may To think of other time ' s and brighter hours , More tranquil memories and more chasten'd pow ' rs , Uixhilled by time , to bask in summer ray , Or linger 'mid the ilowery bloom of May , Oh who can blame her ? surely it is given To man on earth , though far from heaven riven , And tho' surrounded by these scenes of time ,

To dwell ' mid hig her joys and hopes sublime , To throw around this state of toil and strife , The glowing prospect of a higher life ! In the same way , when now in accents bold Advice is tendered , or the truth is told , Oh let not these life ' s denizens to-day , From friendly warning turn in haste away ,

Simply because they think they know full well , All that the moralist or sage can tell , And long have left their antiquated page , For all the wisdom of this wiser age . Oh may these words all lovingly unfold , Truth ' s better message , yet for young and old , May some brave heart , some tender gentle mind Both food for thought and . e ' en for fancy find ,

And learn in all the wisdom of her light , To scorn the base and to uphold the right , When thus in feebler words and humbler lay , Your poets seek that Truth to tell to-day .

Yet where begin ? how rash , how hard the task , To seek with sternness to remove the mask , Which grovelling interest or which lucre base , Has thrown to day o ' er ancient friendship face , So that those features once so bright and fair , Alas , no more their loving impress hear , Which once could charm , could soften , could beguile ,

Life's darker cares , with soft affection's smilo . Or flow recall what changes life can make , Diverging views the links of love can break , How those who ' ve once stood dear friends side by side , And sought to breast together the stormy tide Of earthly trouble , of trials great and sore , Part often here and part to meet no more ? Or how proclaim'd this life is " alia cheat ?"

i ' ts boasted pomp , or rage , a dread deceit ? That ' mid its hours of plenty , gifts of ease , Those hopes which lure us , and tho ; e joys which please , Upon them all delusion ' s gloomy shade Still throws its spelt , on all man's heart has made Of trust and peace , for all this side the grave We are forbid to keep and impotent to save .

Surety some hearts can still be touch'd ! of yore They meekly listened to that tender lore , Which told of human wrong and love divine , Of earthly frailty and of grace benign , Which served to throw around a sacred spell On scenes and hoars they all once loved so well , And as their steps mov'd onwards day by day , Seemed like a guardian friend to guide their way .

How peaceful then were all those happy years , How few were all their doubts and all their fears , Their sleep was innocence , their life was peace , And joys and years seemed only to increase ; Theirs was the heart without a thought of guile , Theirs was the merry laugh , the gladdening smile , For then they walked as ever in God ' s sight , And theirs were tranquil hopes and aspirations bright .

Is there no Mentor nigh ? no potent word Of kindly wisdom which will now be heard By those who swelling in tumultous strife . The noisy crowd of this all-hurrying life , Go on their way . unheeding without fear , Nor ever seek to dream that danger ' s near ? Oh , wondrous love of gold , what power is thine , To lure thy votaries to some guilty shrine :

How strange it seems , that none content remain , But risk their life itself in search of gain . To them this world is but a fitting scene For every gaudy gift , and glittering sheen Of money ' s golden brightness , for to be sure , The greatest , curse of earth is to be poor ! Hard is . indeed , the task of mine to-day , Harder perhaps the truth in truth to say ,

And calmly bold , and yet in utterance clear To bring conviction to some listening ear . Mentor . ( To he continued . )

THE bridesmaids at a recent wedding in Georgia are thus described by a local paper ; "It is no idle compliment to say that they are like three Graces , their faces mirroring back the purity and softness of the skies , their eyes floating in a lig ht of dewy tenderness , or throwing radiant flashes from the inner shrinea

of thought , like jewel-tinted sparkles caught from broken rainbows . " A telegraph messenger hoy in a Western State got his dispatches mixed , the other day , and handed a horse-jockey a telegram which read , " Can you supply our pulpit next

Sabbath V And to a well-known clergyman in town a dispatch was read . " The trot is p ostponed till Monday . Can't you come down and spend Sunday ?"

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Monthly Masonic Summary. Article 1
THE INITIATION OF PRINCE ARTHUR INTO FREEMASONRY. Article 2
THE AREA ROUND ST. PAUL'S. Article 3
THE OLD MASONIC POEM. Article 3
BOOKSTORE PRIORY. Article 5
THE LIFE OF BRO. GEORGE OLIVER, D.D. Article 8
THE NEW MORALITY, 1874. Article 11
A COOL PROPOSAL. Article 12
ROYAL ARCH ADDRESS. Article 14
MODERN MEANINGS TO OLD WORDS. Article 17
ROMAN CATHOLICISM AND FREEMASONRY.—THE CHATHAM OUTRAGE. Article 17
THE MYSTIC TIE. Article 21
PUZZLES. Article 21
Reviews. Article 24
WEARING THE MASONIC EMBLEMS. Article 25
SYMBOL LANGUAGE. Article 26
FREEMASONRY AS A CONSERVATOR OF THE ARTS AND SCIENCES. Article 26
A SPEECH BY MARK TWAIN. Article 29
READING MASONS AT HOME AND ABROAD. Article 30
Our Archaeological Corner. Article 30
Questions and Answers. Article 31
Monthly Odds and Ends. Article 31
TOO GOOD TO BE LOST. Article 32
ADVICE . Article 32
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The New Morality, 1874.

THE NEW MORALITY , 1874 .

Though Time ' s great glittering stream has hurried on , And many startling hours are past and gone , Since in another age , an ahler pen Essayed to teach and warn his fellow men ; TUo' seasons many and . Uvo' changes great Have served to modify our social state ,

It yet may be , that in this restless age , In vivid colours and in friendly page , Some Mentor still , may seek in solemn strain The thoughts of mortals to recall again To ancient wisdoms unpolluted store , To true philosophy ' s ennobling lore , And to the glad truths of a better day , To turn in loving trust and faith away

From all the follies which enchain us now , from broken promise and forgotten voiv , From idle luxury ' s unshamed disgrace , From that all hopeless , that all heedless race , In which the giddy throng so hotly run , To fall before their noontide course is done . And if alas ! to-day the pensive muse With keen but too surely choose

regrets , may To think of other time ' s and brighter hours , More tranquil memories and more chasten'd pow ' rs , Uixhilled by time , to bask in summer ray , Or linger 'mid the ilowery bloom of May , Oh who can blame her ? surely it is given To man on earth , though far from heaven riven , And tho' surrounded by these scenes of time ,

To dwell ' mid hig her joys and hopes sublime , To throw around this state of toil and strife , The glowing prospect of a higher life ! In the same way , when now in accents bold Advice is tendered , or the truth is told , Oh let not these life ' s denizens to-day , From friendly warning turn in haste away ,

Simply because they think they know full well , All that the moralist or sage can tell , And long have left their antiquated page , For all the wisdom of this wiser age . Oh may these words all lovingly unfold , Truth ' s better message , yet for young and old , May some brave heart , some tender gentle mind Both food for thought and . e ' en for fancy find ,

And learn in all the wisdom of her light , To scorn the base and to uphold the right , When thus in feebler words and humbler lay , Your poets seek that Truth to tell to-day .

Yet where begin ? how rash , how hard the task , To seek with sternness to remove the mask , Which grovelling interest or which lucre base , Has thrown to day o ' er ancient friendship face , So that those features once so bright and fair , Alas , no more their loving impress hear , Which once could charm , could soften , could beguile ,

Life's darker cares , with soft affection's smilo . Or flow recall what changes life can make , Diverging views the links of love can break , How those who ' ve once stood dear friends side by side , And sought to breast together the stormy tide Of earthly trouble , of trials great and sore , Part often here and part to meet no more ? Or how proclaim'd this life is " alia cheat ?"

i ' ts boasted pomp , or rage , a dread deceit ? That ' mid its hours of plenty , gifts of ease , Those hopes which lure us , and tho ; e joys which please , Upon them all delusion ' s gloomy shade Still throws its spelt , on all man's heart has made Of trust and peace , for all this side the grave We are forbid to keep and impotent to save .

Surety some hearts can still be touch'd ! of yore They meekly listened to that tender lore , Which told of human wrong and love divine , Of earthly frailty and of grace benign , Which served to throw around a sacred spell On scenes and hoars they all once loved so well , And as their steps mov'd onwards day by day , Seemed like a guardian friend to guide their way .

How peaceful then were all those happy years , How few were all their doubts and all their fears , Their sleep was innocence , their life was peace , And joys and years seemed only to increase ; Theirs was the heart without a thought of guile , Theirs was the merry laugh , the gladdening smile , For then they walked as ever in God ' s sight , And theirs were tranquil hopes and aspirations bright .

Is there no Mentor nigh ? no potent word Of kindly wisdom which will now be heard By those who swelling in tumultous strife . The noisy crowd of this all-hurrying life , Go on their way . unheeding without fear , Nor ever seek to dream that danger ' s near ? Oh , wondrous love of gold , what power is thine , To lure thy votaries to some guilty shrine :

How strange it seems , that none content remain , But risk their life itself in search of gain . To them this world is but a fitting scene For every gaudy gift , and glittering sheen Of money ' s golden brightness , for to be sure , The greatest , curse of earth is to be poor ! Hard is . indeed , the task of mine to-day , Harder perhaps the truth in truth to say ,

And calmly bold , and yet in utterance clear To bring conviction to some listening ear . Mentor . ( To he continued . )

THE bridesmaids at a recent wedding in Georgia are thus described by a local paper ; "It is no idle compliment to say that they are like three Graces , their faces mirroring back the purity and softness of the skies , their eyes floating in a lig ht of dewy tenderness , or throwing radiant flashes from the inner shrinea

of thought , like jewel-tinted sparkles caught from broken rainbows . " A telegraph messenger hoy in a Western State got his dispatches mixed , the other day , and handed a horse-jockey a telegram which read , " Can you supply our pulpit next

Sabbath V And to a well-known clergyman in town a dispatch was read . " The trot is p ostponed till Monday . Can't you come down and spend Sunday ?"

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