Sermon By The Rev. H. W. Kemp, B.A., P.P.G.O.,

purpose , and established in principle , and yet beautiful , gentle m meekness and forbearance , pure hi morals and loving in life . Having spoken of Clmst as the Great Master , and treated of that Cathedral as a type of " the house not made Avith hands , "

the preacher , in conclusion said : —Masonry is not a religious system . Masonry ventures neither to assort nor deny the truth of dogmatic formularies . It has , at the same time , as its very foundation , a belief in God , a God revealed to the human

mind and the human conscience . But Masonry is especially a system of morality vieAved as nothing less than Divine law . The virtue ivhich above all others it enjoins on the brethren is brotherly love . This can be exercised from hour to hour in a

thousand ways . But I plead now but for one—the tender and gracious one of relief . Oh ! when poverty and disease are associated with any human lot the case is indeed sad . And how often are poverty and disease associated in this world of trial

and imperfection ? Willingly , indeed , should relief , so far as human skill and aare can go , be extended to such unhappy and such distressed sufferers . I have now

to ask all , but especially the Masonic portion of this great assembly , to give proof of the reality of your love to man and sympathy with suffering and pain and sorrow , by subscribing liberally to the funds of the York Dispensary . This

institution has been doing the work of the Good Samaritan—pouring oil into human wounds . For no less than eighty-six years has this institution been in existence . The work is a very large and increasing one . Last j'ear upwards of 10 , 000 persons

participated in its benefits . A growing population and an increasing demand for assistance render a corresponding enlargement of its fivnds absolutely necessary . Brethren , as I plead for this excellent charity many voices come to our

earsvoices that are very mournful , very sad , and very moving ; and I am persuaded that these sad and mournful voices Avill not be unheard by you , but blending with these sad and mournful voices there is yet another voice—majestic though

gentlehuman aiid yet divine , ivhich utters to you now through my mouth these words : — " Inasmuch as ye have done it to these poor , mournful little ones , ye have done it to Me . "

The Old Tiler.

THE OLD TILER .

jfconic loetrs .

God bless tho Old Tiler ! how long he has trudged , Through sunshine and storm , with his summonses due ; No pain nor fatigue the Old Tiler has grudged To serve the great Order , Freemasons , and you . God bless the Old Tiler 1 how oft he has led

The funeral procession from lodge door to grave ; How grandly that weapon has guarded the dead , To their last quiet home , where Acacia boughs wave .

God bless the Old Tiler ! how oft he has knocked When , vigilant , strangers craved welcome and rest ; How widely your portals , though guarded and locked , Have swung to the signal the Tiler knows best . There ' s a Lodge ivheve the door is not guarded nor

tiled , There ' s a Land without graves , without mourning or sin , There's a Master most gracious , paternal and mild ,. And ho waits the Old Titer and bids him come in . And there the Old Tilerno longer outside

, , JN ' o longer with weapon of war in his hand ; A glorified spirit shall grandly abide , And close by the Master , high-houonredj shall stand 1 —Light in Masonry ,

Symbolisms Of The Apron.

SYMBOLISMS OF THE APRON .

This fair and stainless thing I take To be my badge for virtue ' s sake ; Its ample strings that gird me round My constant cable-tow are found . And as securely they are tied So may true faith with me abide ;

And as I face the sunny south I pledge to God my Mason ' s truth , That while on earth I may remain My apron shall not have a stain . This fair and stainless thing 1 raise In memory of my apprentice days ,

AVhen on the checkered pavement wide , With gauge and gavel well supplied , It kept my garments free from soil , Though labouring in a menial toil ; And . as I face the golden West , I call my Maker to attest . That AThile on earth I may remain ; __ t y apron shall not have a stain .