Reviews.

Journal , " of a Masonic funeral ; the celebration of St . John ' s day in 1787 by Lodge 91 ; the death of Sir Thos . Fowke , 1786 , and the succession to the Grand Mastership of Bro . Thos . Booihly Parkins , and of the foundation of the earliest of the now existing Lodge

in Leicestershire , which was granted . The work is full of interest .

Poetry.

Poetry .

THE BARN YARD ' S RINNING O'ER Written as a Harvest Song for ISIS . TUJJE "There's nae luck about the house . ' The barn-yard ' s rinning o ' er , gnde wife ;

Tho barn-yard ' s rinning o'er ; The bairns they eanna count the stacks ; The barn-yard ' s rinning o'er . I ' ve heard them say , a Spanish Don A Squire ance did keep , ' - ' Wha prayed for blessings on the man

That first invented sleep : But I will bless the cunning chief That first invented drains , And did he need , our biggest stack I'd gio him for his pains .

Ye ken the Geld ayont the croft , It wasna worth a preen ; Hashes were tho standing crop . Wi' tails o' girse atween : But since we ' ve drained it deep and woel , And stirr'd wi' Deanston ' s plough ,

Jfae mortal oen e ' ev ssiw sic stooks , —• I'll brag Dumfries-shire through . It ' s wonderfu' to think , gude wife , How things tak' sic a turn ; Ye mind sin' our deep midden hole

Ran black into the burn : Bat now wo hoard each precious drop , As misers hoard their store ; It ' s ae CHEAT thing amang the rest , That makes the yard rin o ' er .

There ' s money things were wasted then , That we think precious now ; I look around , and wonder oft How our forbears gat through : Guano , too , ' s an unco help , Ancl sae is broken banes ; Our turnips stand alang the grim '

Like raws o' channel stanes . I ' m wae to see our stalwart chiels W ' m willing heart and hand , Aft forced , for want of work and bread , To leave their native laud ;

Poetry.

Oh , could they stay and till the soil That ' s ne'er been till'd before , How many million stooks would rise To make the yards rin o'er ! We ' ve warsel'd up the brae , gude wife ,

Through many a weary dark ; There ' s ae thing I can , gude wife , We ne ' er were swear o' wark . Gin a' wero tight ' neath thaek and rape , Sin' now wo hac the moans , We'll tak' a flig ht alang the rails , And see our distant friens . JOHN PALMER .

The Masonic Brotherhood.

THE MASONIC BROTHERHOOD .

We ' re brothers of an ancient rite , Known by a mark and sign , To spread the light of Masonry AU by the world divine ,

That men may put their faith in God , And bow before his shrine . Ere they can wear tho lambskin white . Or learn the ancient sign . Then let your light so shine to men ,

Tho' blind , that they may see ; Dispel the darkness from their eyes , i By light of Masonry . The sun may set behind the cloud , And dark may be the night ;

Fear not , but trust iu Providence ; God said , "Let there be lig ht . " Ever keep th' unerring lino , The plummet ' s law in view , That by your acts all men may know

The world of God is true . Let not the light of Masonry Grow dim within your sight , And with the hand of charity Bestow the widow's mite .

If in temptation ' s evil hour , A brother strays from right , Reclaim and bring him back again Into Masonic light .

Let love abound in all your ways , That all mankind may see Our trust in God is the Keystone Of ancient Masonry , The barn-yard ' s rinning o'er , gude wife ; The barn-yard ' s rinning o'er : There's peace and plenty ronnd the house;—The barn-yard ' s rinning o ' er .