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Sonnet.
SONNET .
{ For the Masonic Magazine . ) BREAKING through darksome clouds which gradual flee , Bright in th' aerial azure of heav ' n ' s hall , The sun , at length from their
, escapes dull thrall ; And now , again , shines forth all gloriously . So doth our Craft , through clouds of obloquy And bigots' scowls , assert its light withal . 'Tis not prosaic , carnal , literal , — Like other li
ghts , the li ght of Masonry . Like toJerusalem above , 'tis free ; "Pis figurative all , and spiritual , Its voice poetical—prophetical—A mystic breath—' tis heav ' n ' s old poesy ; Such as the prophets' heav ' n-instructed
lays Proclaim'd to Judah ' s sons in ancient days . Bro . Eev . M . GORDON .
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TAKEN BY BEIGANDS
THE SCOTCH SAILOR ' S YAKN . { Continued from page 128 . ) PART II . THEY traveled weel , my four guards did ; but I had been used to
the mountains in my youth , and I kept up easily enow , winch seemed to surprise them . " You walk better than maist people , " said one . " Than maist whom V I asked
. " Than maist signers whom we catch , " he replied . " Oh , then , you are in the habit of catching signers , are you V I said . « The youn * lady seems to give a great deal of trouble But I amna a signor . ' '
They laughed at this , and said they knew all about it ; and I went on , hopin * I should too , in time . ° At last we stopped , and one of them whistled ; another whistle replied in front and we went on a few paces further into a sort of hollow ground , where there were
embers of a bonfire , by the still flickering light of which I could see a lot of fi gu ^ rolled up in cloaks , sleeping . The men who had brought me jo ' raeu this party at once , leaving me in the hands of another lot , who searched me , and took knife
away my , and what little money I had , but left me my pipe and 'bacca when I asked them to ; and one of them , who seemed to be a leader , said that I needna be fri ghtened , as nae harm would happen to me , and I shouldna be kept a prisoner lang if I would onl y be reasonable , and do what I was told .
And then my ankles were looked together b y a contrivance like our handcuffs a capote , or great-coat , made of sheepskin ' was thrown to me , and I was told I mi « ht sleep . &
The air was cold sae high up on the mountain ; but I got as near as I could to the fire , wrapped the capote round me , and made mysel' pretty comfortable . I was roused by a kick , which is baith a painful and a disgraceful way of beim ? called in
the morning . Sae I said some " thing strong , and jumped up with the intention of punishing the kicker , forgetting that I was hobbled like a donkey on a common ; sae I tumbled down a < min and they all laughed . ° '
"Keep your temper , Sandy , " said I to mysel , " or you'll get the worst of it . " Sae I tried to laugh to ; but it was a bit of a failure , and took a look round . We were in a rocky dell , high up on the mountain with a line view of the and
, sea of Etna—which was smoking a little , as usual ; and sea , sky , volcano , smoke ^ were all sorts of brilliant colours—gould , orange , purple—for the sun was hist rising .
All round about me were men in playacting mountaineer dresses , with broadbrimmed felt hats , and shawls round their waists stuck full of knives and pistols . Some of them were cleaning their guns ; others were cooking ; some were gambling ; and there
were three on sentry , one over nie Presentl y the leader of the bod y who had received me the night before , came up and spoke . "Good morning , my laird , " said he . You must excuse the ways of my men . They are a little rough . " "They are , " said I .
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Sonnet.
SONNET .
{ For the Masonic Magazine . ) BREAKING through darksome clouds which gradual flee , Bright in th' aerial azure of heav ' n ' s hall , The sun , at length from their
, escapes dull thrall ; And now , again , shines forth all gloriously . So doth our Craft , through clouds of obloquy And bigots' scowls , assert its light withal . 'Tis not prosaic , carnal , literal , — Like other li
ghts , the li ght of Masonry . Like toJerusalem above , 'tis free ; "Pis figurative all , and spiritual , Its voice poetical—prophetical—A mystic breath—' tis heav ' n ' s old poesy ; Such as the prophets' heav ' n-instructed
lays Proclaim'd to Judah ' s sons in ancient days . Bro . Eev . M . GORDON .
Taken By Beigands
TAKEN BY BEIGANDS
THE SCOTCH SAILOR ' S YAKN . { Continued from page 128 . ) PART II . THEY traveled weel , my four guards did ; but I had been used to
the mountains in my youth , and I kept up easily enow , winch seemed to surprise them . " You walk better than maist people , " said one . " Than maist whom V I asked
. " Than maist signers whom we catch , " he replied . " Oh , then , you are in the habit of catching signers , are you V I said . « The youn * lady seems to give a great deal of trouble But I amna a signor . ' '
They laughed at this , and said they knew all about it ; and I went on , hopin * I should too , in time . ° At last we stopped , and one of them whistled ; another whistle replied in front and we went on a few paces further into a sort of hollow ground , where there were
embers of a bonfire , by the still flickering light of which I could see a lot of fi gu ^ rolled up in cloaks , sleeping . The men who had brought me jo ' raeu this party at once , leaving me in the hands of another lot , who searched me , and took knife
away my , and what little money I had , but left me my pipe and 'bacca when I asked them to ; and one of them , who seemed to be a leader , said that I needna be fri ghtened , as nae harm would happen to me , and I shouldna be kept a prisoner lang if I would onl y be reasonable , and do what I was told .
And then my ankles were looked together b y a contrivance like our handcuffs a capote , or great-coat , made of sheepskin ' was thrown to me , and I was told I mi « ht sleep . &
The air was cold sae high up on the mountain ; but I got as near as I could to the fire , wrapped the capote round me , and made mysel' pretty comfortable . I was roused by a kick , which is baith a painful and a disgraceful way of beim ? called in
the morning . Sae I said some " thing strong , and jumped up with the intention of punishing the kicker , forgetting that I was hobbled like a donkey on a common ; sae I tumbled down a < min and they all laughed . ° '
"Keep your temper , Sandy , " said I to mysel , " or you'll get the worst of it . " Sae I tried to laugh to ; but it was a bit of a failure , and took a look round . We were in a rocky dell , high up on the mountain with a line view of the and
, sea of Etna—which was smoking a little , as usual ; and sea , sky , volcano , smoke ^ were all sorts of brilliant colours—gould , orange , purple—for the sun was hist rising .
All round about me were men in playacting mountaineer dresses , with broadbrimmed felt hats , and shawls round their waists stuck full of knives and pistols . Some of them were cleaning their guns ; others were cooking ; some were gambling ; and there
were three on sentry , one over nie Presentl y the leader of the bod y who had received me the night before , came up and spoke . "Good morning , my laird , " said he . You must excuse the ways of my men . They are a little rough . " "They are , " said I .