The Minute Book Of The Lodge Of Industry, Gateshead.

factory reasons be assigned to the Brethren for such omission . " 37 Resolved that each Member by Rotation stand T yler for one night , or find a substitute for the same—or fin'd 6 d . " 38 Any of the Brethren , presuming to sit or stand in the presence of the Master Avith his hat on his head , or in open Lodge shall be fined 2 d . "

Fund laAvs continued on an antecedent page : " 39 . At a Lodge held Septr 29 th 1778 . Resolved that any Member having a Child dead , shall be paid 20 shillings out of the Fund to enable him to bury such Child

decently : This Legacy is only alloAved those Children that are between one month and Fifteen Years of age . It is further agreed that each Member belonging to the Fund , shall pay TAVO Pence into the said Fund in consideration of such Child ' s

Legacy . " 40 . At a Lodge held Septr 29 th 1778 . Resolved that after the aforesaid date , every Brother A'isiting the Lodge , and not a Member of the Fund , shall contribute six pence towards the expences incurred at each Monthly or Quarterly Meeting which

he shall be present at , and the two general Meetings viz at Christinas ancl Midsummer to contribute his equal share of the Expenses attending such meeting in proportion to the number present . " 41 At a Lodge held Septr 29 th 1778 .

Resolved that Seven Pounds be paid out of the fund to each deceased Member ' s Heir , Executor Administrator or Assign , at the first Meeting after the Funeral of the deceased , and at the same time each Member belonging to the Fund , shall contribute one shilling in consideration of the said Legacy being paid out of the Fund . "

I stop here to-day , and leave for next Magazine my remarks on the most interesting minutes of this most valuable record of olden Freemasonry , warmly thanking the Lodge of Industry for the great privilege they kindly accorded to me .

True Philosophy.

TRUE PHILOSOPHY .

Amid desponding hours now Along the path of life , The grieving heart , the broken vow , All through this weary strife ;

When dreams have past and faded , When hope no more sustains , All travel-toss'd ancl jaded , Thronging our joys and pains , How calmly falls upon us here , Beneath our darkening sky ,

A peace , amid contending fear , Calmness , mid many a sigh , For fair Philosophy ' s control Can even now dispel The gloom of many a troubled soul , The doubts it knows too Avell .

For m this bfe of ours , And iu this passing scene , How many weary hours , How many trials keen , Will ever trouble and subdue The fainting heart of man , As one by one they greet our A'iew In this our little span .

There come the griefs of youth , The crossed matnrer page , The vanishing of trust and truth , The morbid fear of age ; There come in phantom guise Before the open door , The shrouded forms and tearful eyes Which haunt us evermore !

Come youth ! come strength ! come trust ! As hours on hours depart All wither into dust In the treacheries of the heart ; And hope has lost its beaming gaze , And faith its living joy , As time and Aveakness , sin and age , Tinge all with dark alloy .

Faces we loved so dearly Have faded out of sight , The heaven Ave saAv so clearly Has darkened into night ; The fragrant daAvn of morning Has passed before the day , When , Avithout Avord or Avarning , Our shadows melt away .

What , then , is left to you or me , Of all Ave loved so Avell . Of all our eyes could gladly see , Of all our tongues could tell 1 Some dry and Avithered floAvers , A shining lock of hair , A memory of soft hours , A vision brig ht and fair .