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My Lord The King;

cares a jot about me ; and why should she 1 " he added , after taking one or two strides up and clown the deck . " Why should she ? I ' ve only known her for about a day—hardly that yet ! I ' m afraid I shall make an ass of myself !" As sweet Maid Marian lay down that

night , she thought over the events of the day . It was all like a golden dream , and she shuddered to think that perhaps tomorrow she must wake to find that it was nothing but a dream . As she turned and tossed for the last time ere falling to sleep ,

she murmured to herself , " He loves me ! he loves me 1 " ( To be Continued . )

Only A Rose.

ONLY A ROSE .

BY C . C . HASKINS , 32 From the " Masonic Advocate . " [ Read at the Easter Celebration of lit . Moriah Chapter , S . P . R . + April 1 , 1877 . ] A weary jfilgrim—so the story goes-Had trod through burning sands long

, weary days , And suffered thirst and hunger on his way . His scanty scrip had failed in time of need , And sorrow pressed upon his weakened frame , His straggling Jocks of silv ' ry gray streamed

out Like silken webs upon the ev ' niug breeze ; His tattered robes were travel-stained anel old , His cheek was pale and thin , his shoulders

bowed , And wearily upon his staff he leaned , Yet FAITH and HOPE within his breast remained , Faith in that Power which ruleth from on high , Hope in a blessed immortality

; But that blessed handmaid , greatest of the three—Where could he hope to find sweet CHARITY ? Around , or far or near , no friend was there

With loving hand outstretched in her blest name . No kindly wocd had cheered bis lonel y way ,

For in that land no Cross uprears its head No roses blossom on glad Easter morn , The faith he held— . whichever way he turned—In lieu of bread brought only taunts and scorn ,

And scoffs were his in place , of gentle words . At night the stars shone bri ght upon the sands , Where lay the pilgrim till the rising dawn And heaven ' s broad arch , his canojiy of

blue , Gave all it had for charity—in tears . Each morn the sun rose hot and fiercel y shone To parch the famished wand ' rer on his way ,

_ As on his bended knees he faintl y breathed A moan of sujiplication to the Living Name : "Give me but strength so my vow I fulfil ,

Lead me , support me ! Hear , Lord this my cry ! Save me , oh Father 1 if this be thy will , Help 1 that on holier soil I may die !" A homely hut beside the path stood near , Which in the noon-tide lare seemed fresh

g and cool , And half invited , tempted from his way , The trav'ler longed within its bowers to rest . Yet feared the boon so coveted to ask , For past experience had wrought distrust

, And stones for bread too oft he had received . But hunger pressed—and hunger knows no law—While through his fevered sense he seemed to hear

The murmuring laughter of a brooklet near . He neared the gate that showed this path of hope ; He trembling raised the lattice latch with fear ,

Then slowly trod the vine-bowered pathway close , And lightly tapped the shaded cottage door A stern , rude , heartless greeting met his ear As turned the door , and comfort showed within .

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Monthly Masonic Summary. Article 1
SONNET. Article 1
OBJECTS, ADVANTAGES, AND PLEASURES OF SCIENCE. Article 2
THE DEATH OF ALEXANDER. Article 6
DEVONSHIRE LODGES PRIOR TO THE "UNION" OF DEC, 1813. Article 7
THE WORK OF NATURE IN THE MONTHS. Article 10
UPBRAID ME NOT. Article 13
THE ADVENTURES OF DON PASQUALE. Article 14
AN OLD-FASHIONED LOVE-SONG. Article 17
WHAT IS THE GOOD OF FREEMASONRY? Article 18
Architectural Jottings. Article 20
MY LORD THE KING; Article 22
ONLY A ROSE. Article 28
Our Archaeological Corner. Article 29
THE TRYST. Article 31
CONTEMPORARY LETTERS ON THE FRENCH REVOLUTION. Article 32
PROCLAMATION DU ROI, Article 32
ORDRE DE MARCHE. Article 33
PLAN, Article 34
Untitled Article 35
AFTER THE LAST POPULAR SCIENCE LECTURE. Article 36
TOM HOOD. Article 37
THE VISTA OF LIFE. Article 41
Forgotten Stories. Article 44
NOTES ON LITERATURE, SCIENCE AND ART. Article 46
MR. SPRECHELHEIMER'S MISTAKE. Article 49
DOUBLE ACROSTIC. Article 49
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My Lord The King;

cares a jot about me ; and why should she 1 " he added , after taking one or two strides up and clown the deck . " Why should she ? I ' ve only known her for about a day—hardly that yet ! I ' m afraid I shall make an ass of myself !" As sweet Maid Marian lay down that

night , she thought over the events of the day . It was all like a golden dream , and she shuddered to think that perhaps tomorrow she must wake to find that it was nothing but a dream . As she turned and tossed for the last time ere falling to sleep ,

she murmured to herself , " He loves me ! he loves me 1 " ( To be Continued . )

Only A Rose.

ONLY A ROSE .

BY C . C . HASKINS , 32 From the " Masonic Advocate . " [ Read at the Easter Celebration of lit . Moriah Chapter , S . P . R . + April 1 , 1877 . ] A weary jfilgrim—so the story goes-Had trod through burning sands long

, weary days , And suffered thirst and hunger on his way . His scanty scrip had failed in time of need , And sorrow pressed upon his weakened frame , His straggling Jocks of silv ' ry gray streamed

out Like silken webs upon the ev ' niug breeze ; His tattered robes were travel-stained anel old , His cheek was pale and thin , his shoulders

bowed , And wearily upon his staff he leaned , Yet FAITH and HOPE within his breast remained , Faith in that Power which ruleth from on high , Hope in a blessed immortality

; But that blessed handmaid , greatest of the three—Where could he hope to find sweet CHARITY ? Around , or far or near , no friend was there

With loving hand outstretched in her blest name . No kindly wocd had cheered bis lonel y way ,

For in that land no Cross uprears its head No roses blossom on glad Easter morn , The faith he held— . whichever way he turned—In lieu of bread brought only taunts and scorn ,

And scoffs were his in place , of gentle words . At night the stars shone bri ght upon the sands , Where lay the pilgrim till the rising dawn And heaven ' s broad arch , his canojiy of

blue , Gave all it had for charity—in tears . Each morn the sun rose hot and fiercel y shone To parch the famished wand ' rer on his way ,

_ As on his bended knees he faintl y breathed A moan of sujiplication to the Living Name : "Give me but strength so my vow I fulfil ,

Lead me , support me ! Hear , Lord this my cry ! Save me , oh Father 1 if this be thy will , Help 1 that on holier soil I may die !" A homely hut beside the path stood near , Which in the noon-tide lare seemed fresh

g and cool , And half invited , tempted from his way , The trav'ler longed within its bowers to rest . Yet feared the boon so coveted to ask , For past experience had wrought distrust

, And stones for bread too oft he had received . But hunger pressed—and hunger knows no law—While through his fevered sense he seemed to hear

The murmuring laughter of a brooklet near . He neared the gate that showed this path of hope ; He trembling raised the lattice latch with fear ,

Then slowly trod the vine-bowered pathway close , And lightly tapped the shaded cottage door A stern , rude , heartless greeting met his ear As turned the door , and comfort showed within .

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