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Coeees^
pleased to see that it has been so much enlarged , making two volumes a year instead of one . Next Wednesday I expect to visit Eredericton ^ the capital of the province , when I will give you a short account of my trip . I have visited all the Masonic Lodges in St . John . The work practised there is entirely the American ritual , being much different from , and I think more impressive than , the English . The Albion Lodge , No . 570
E . R ., is the best worked in the city ; the St . John , No . 632 , E . R ., next ; the other two— -Portland Union , No . 780 , English and Hibernian , No . 301 , I . R . —come in for a fair share of praise . The Albion , however , is the model . Bro . A . Balloch , whom I referred to in my last as Grand Superintendent for Scotland , is also D . Prov . G . M . for England . He is much disliked by the Fraternity , who will , I understand , shortly endeavour to have his
patent revoked ; if they succeed they w ill recommend a Brother named Duncan Rohittson , one who is well qualified to fill the position . The other Prov . Grand Officers are much liked , particularly Bros . Robert Stubs , G . Sec , and JoelReading , S . G . W ., who , I am told , take a great interest in the province ? Hoping soon to address you again , I remain yours fraternally , St . John , New Brunswick , Richard King . May Vlth , 1858 .
Early Hopes.
EARLY HOPES .
i . Shaep thorns will bane the sweetest flow ' rs That ever bloom'd in garden fair—The greenest grass be wet with show ' rs : So happiest hearts will know some care ; And friendship , be it e'er so pure , May clouded be like summer sky . To-day is ours , but are We sure Another day may pass us hy ?
BY BRO . CHARLES SLOMAN .
If . Life ' s early dreams are fraught with hope , Those hopes , alas ! will fade away , And leave us with the world to cope—At night to mourn the loss of day . Ah ! could we only think at morn As we can ponder when 'tis eve—The flow rs would miss full many a thorn—The heart would have less cause to grieve .
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Coeees^
pleased to see that it has been so much enlarged , making two volumes a year instead of one . Next Wednesday I expect to visit Eredericton ^ the capital of the province , when I will give you a short account of my trip . I have visited all the Masonic Lodges in St . John . The work practised there is entirely the American ritual , being much different from , and I think more impressive than , the English . The Albion Lodge , No . 570
E . R ., is the best worked in the city ; the St . John , No . 632 , E . R ., next ; the other two— -Portland Union , No . 780 , English and Hibernian , No . 301 , I . R . —come in for a fair share of praise . The Albion , however , is the model . Bro . A . Balloch , whom I referred to in my last as Grand Superintendent for Scotland , is also D . Prov . G . M . for England . He is much disliked by the Fraternity , who will , I understand , shortly endeavour to have his
patent revoked ; if they succeed they w ill recommend a Brother named Duncan Rohittson , one who is well qualified to fill the position . The other Prov . Grand Officers are much liked , particularly Bros . Robert Stubs , G . Sec , and JoelReading , S . G . W ., who , I am told , take a great interest in the province ? Hoping soon to address you again , I remain yours fraternally , St . John , New Brunswick , Richard King . May Vlth , 1858 .
Early Hopes.
EARLY HOPES .
i . Shaep thorns will bane the sweetest flow ' rs That ever bloom'd in garden fair—The greenest grass be wet with show ' rs : So happiest hearts will know some care ; And friendship , be it e'er so pure , May clouded be like summer sky . To-day is ours , but are We sure Another day may pass us hy ?
BY BRO . CHARLES SLOMAN .
If . Life ' s early dreams are fraught with hope , Those hopes , alas ! will fade away , And leave us with the world to cope—At night to mourn the loss of day . Ah ! could we only think at morn As we can ponder when 'tis eve—The flow rs would miss full many a thorn—The heart would have less cause to grieve .