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India.
elected Principal J . by acclamation . The following election of office-bearers took place : —Comps . S . Trenn , Scribe E . ; E . G . Mitchell , Scribe N . ; A . Gumming , Treas . ; R . Donaldson , Principal Soj . ; AV . G . King , Janitor . After the transaction of some other routine business , the chapter was closed in due form at 8 . 45 p . m .
Literary Extracts.
LITERARY EXTRACTS .
ST . STEPHEN ' GATE . —There is on tho left-hand side of our great national hall , —on the left-hand side as one enters it , and opposite to the doors leading to the law courts , —a pair of gilded lamps , with a door between them , near to which a privileged old dame sells her apples and her oranges solely , as I presume for the
accomodation of the members of tho house and of the great policeman who guards the pass . Between those lamps is the entrance to the House of Commons , and none but members may go that way ! It is the only gate before which I have ever stood filled with envy , —sorrowing to think that my steps might never pass under it . There
are many portals forbidden to me , as there are manyforbidden to all men ; and forbidden fruit , they say , is sweet ; but my lips have watered after no other fruit bub that which grows so hig h , within the sweep of that great policeman ' s truncheon . Ah , my male friend aud reader , who earnest thy bread , perhaps , as a country vicar ; or
sittesfc , may bo , at some weary desk iu Somerset House ; or who , perhaps , rulest the yard behind the Cheapside counter , hast thou never stood there and longed , —hast thou never confessed , when standing there , that Eate has been unkind to thee in denying thee the one thing that thou has wanted ? I have dono so ? and as my slow
steps have led me up that more than royal staircase , to those passages and halls which require the hallowing breath of centuries to give them the glory in British eyes which they shall one day possess , I have told myself , in
anger and in grief , that to die and not to have won that right of wa }' , though but for a session , —not to have passedby the narrow entrance through those lamps , —is to die and not to have done that which it most becomes an Englishman to havo achieved , There are , doubtless , some who come out by that road , the loss of whose
society is not to be regretted . England does not choose her six hundred and fifty-four best men . One comforts one ' s self , sometimes , with remembering that . The George Vavasors , the Calder Joneses , and the Bofcfcs are admitted . Dishonesty , ignorance , and vulgarity do not close the gate of that heaven against aspirants ; and it is
a consolation to the ambition of the poor to know that the ambition of the . rich can attain that glory by the sfcrenghfc of its riches alone . But though England does not send thither none bub her best men , the best of her commoners do find their way their . It is the highest and most legitimate pride of an Englishman to have the letters M . P . written after his name . No selection from
the alphabet , no doctorship , no fellowship , be it of ever so learned or royal a society , no knightship , —not though it be of the Garter , —confers so fair an honour . Mr . Botb was rig ht when he declared that this country is governed from between the walls of that house , though the truth was almost defiled by the lips which uttered it . He might have added that from thence flow the waters ofthe world ' s progress—the fullest fountain of advancing civilisation . — Can You Forgive Her . By Anthony Trollope .
Poerty.
Poerty .
MASONIC SONG . By Bro . P . BEJOJOCH , P . G . Steward . What is that I hear ? Gently , faintly , knocking ? Some one claims our cheer : Hark ! the echo mocking . All mankind are kin ;
AVe aro blest together : Bring the stranger in—Treat him like a Brother . Clink your glasses , clink ; Set their lips a-ringing . Clink your glasses , clink ; All in chorus singing—Hurrahhurrahhurrah !
, , Fraternity we swear , man ; Our rule , our guide , our law , The compasses , and square , nun . Just , upright , we stand—All that ' s false rejecting ; Head and heart and hand—All that ' s good protecting .
Knowledge keeps us free-Truth defends from danger . Brethren ! pledged are we To help the needy stranger .
Clink your glasses , clink , & c . When our work is o ' er , Sweet is rest from labour ; Still there ' s work in store—¦ AA ork to help a neighbour—Work to heal the smart Of bitter grief and sorrow ; Cheer a Brother ' s heart , And make him smile to-morrow .
Clink your glasses , clink , & c . Fill again ! ancl toast , Joy of every true man , AAliat we love the most—Woman—Sister ! AVoman ! All that's good and fair , Lips with honey laden ; All that ' s true and rare , AA'hether wife or maiden . Clink your glasses , clink , & c .
Brothers ! when we part , Still remember duty ; Faithful hand ancl heart , True to love and beauty . Ou the Square we stand—All that ' s bright before us—Joyous ! hand in hand—Heaven smiling o'er us . Clink your glasses , clink , & c .
A Massacre.
A MASSACRE .
( Extractfrom " Picts and Scots and Modem Sols . " ) By AVlLMAJI BlIADJTEED . There's no defence ! Now , through the scattered trees , Like wolves the Northerns come . AA'ith how much ease Do savage men their savage work pursue ! At once the massacre . For prayers and cries The unchecked passions of the foe despise :
They rather add to , than allay the storm . The wild man striding o ' er the crouching form Obeys his impulse , ancl the spear descends , Ancl with a gaping wound the matter ends . There ' s freedom for you . Cast your eyes around , For plenty such encumbereth the ground .
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India.
elected Principal J . by acclamation . The following election of office-bearers took place : —Comps . S . Trenn , Scribe E . ; E . G . Mitchell , Scribe N . ; A . Gumming , Treas . ; R . Donaldson , Principal Soj . ; AV . G . King , Janitor . After the transaction of some other routine business , the chapter was closed in due form at 8 . 45 p . m .
Literary Extracts.
LITERARY EXTRACTS .
ST . STEPHEN ' GATE . —There is on tho left-hand side of our great national hall , —on the left-hand side as one enters it , and opposite to the doors leading to the law courts , —a pair of gilded lamps , with a door between them , near to which a privileged old dame sells her apples and her oranges solely , as I presume for the
accomodation of the members of tho house and of the great policeman who guards the pass . Between those lamps is the entrance to the House of Commons , and none but members may go that way ! It is the only gate before which I have ever stood filled with envy , —sorrowing to think that my steps might never pass under it . There
are many portals forbidden to me , as there are manyforbidden to all men ; and forbidden fruit , they say , is sweet ; but my lips have watered after no other fruit bub that which grows so hig h , within the sweep of that great policeman ' s truncheon . Ah , my male friend aud reader , who earnest thy bread , perhaps , as a country vicar ; or
sittesfc , may bo , at some weary desk iu Somerset House ; or who , perhaps , rulest the yard behind the Cheapside counter , hast thou never stood there and longed , —hast thou never confessed , when standing there , that Eate has been unkind to thee in denying thee the one thing that thou has wanted ? I have dono so ? and as my slow
steps have led me up that more than royal staircase , to those passages and halls which require the hallowing breath of centuries to give them the glory in British eyes which they shall one day possess , I have told myself , in
anger and in grief , that to die and not to have won that right of wa }' , though but for a session , —not to have passedby the narrow entrance through those lamps , —is to die and not to have done that which it most becomes an Englishman to havo achieved , There are , doubtless , some who come out by that road , the loss of whose
society is not to be regretted . England does not choose her six hundred and fifty-four best men . One comforts one ' s self , sometimes , with remembering that . The George Vavasors , the Calder Joneses , and the Bofcfcs are admitted . Dishonesty , ignorance , and vulgarity do not close the gate of that heaven against aspirants ; and it is
a consolation to the ambition of the poor to know that the ambition of the . rich can attain that glory by the sfcrenghfc of its riches alone . But though England does not send thither none bub her best men , the best of her commoners do find their way their . It is the highest and most legitimate pride of an Englishman to have the letters M . P . written after his name . No selection from
the alphabet , no doctorship , no fellowship , be it of ever so learned or royal a society , no knightship , —not though it be of the Garter , —confers so fair an honour . Mr . Botb was rig ht when he declared that this country is governed from between the walls of that house , though the truth was almost defiled by the lips which uttered it . He might have added that from thence flow the waters ofthe world ' s progress—the fullest fountain of advancing civilisation . — Can You Forgive Her . By Anthony Trollope .
Poerty.
Poerty .
MASONIC SONG . By Bro . P . BEJOJOCH , P . G . Steward . What is that I hear ? Gently , faintly , knocking ? Some one claims our cheer : Hark ! the echo mocking . All mankind are kin ;
AVe aro blest together : Bring the stranger in—Treat him like a Brother . Clink your glasses , clink ; Set their lips a-ringing . Clink your glasses , clink ; All in chorus singing—Hurrahhurrahhurrah !
, , Fraternity we swear , man ; Our rule , our guide , our law , The compasses , and square , nun . Just , upright , we stand—All that ' s false rejecting ; Head and heart and hand—All that ' s good protecting .
Knowledge keeps us free-Truth defends from danger . Brethren ! pledged are we To help the needy stranger .
Clink your glasses , clink , & c . When our work is o ' er , Sweet is rest from labour ; Still there ' s work in store—¦ AA ork to help a neighbour—Work to heal the smart Of bitter grief and sorrow ; Cheer a Brother ' s heart , And make him smile to-morrow .
Clink your glasses , clink , & c . Fill again ! ancl toast , Joy of every true man , AAliat we love the most—Woman—Sister ! AVoman ! All that's good and fair , Lips with honey laden ; All that ' s true and rare , AA'hether wife or maiden . Clink your glasses , clink , & c .
Brothers ! when we part , Still remember duty ; Faithful hand ancl heart , True to love and beauty . Ou the Square we stand—All that ' s bright before us—Joyous ! hand in hand—Heaven smiling o'er us . Clink your glasses , clink , & c .
A Massacre.
A MASSACRE .
( Extractfrom " Picts and Scots and Modem Sols . " ) By AVlLMAJI BlIADJTEED . There's no defence ! Now , through the scattered trees , Like wolves the Northerns come . AA'ith how much ease Do savage men their savage work pursue ! At once the massacre . For prayers and cries The unchecked passions of the foe despise :
They rather add to , than allay the storm . The wild man striding o ' er the crouching form Obeys his impulse , ancl the spear descends , Ancl with a gaping wound the matter ends . There ' s freedom for you . Cast your eyes around , For plenty such encumbereth the ground .