Masonic Notes And Otjekie8.

Each joining in at every close Where Hoh -wah-ne-yo's praise arose ; Whilst the long ring the square around , Like a slow coiling serpent wound . " Earth , we thank thee ! thy great frame Bears tbe STONE from whence we came > And the boundless , sweeping gloom ,

Of our glorious League , the home ; Thou the strawberry ' s seed dost fold , Thou its little roots dost hold , First of all the fruits that raise Gifts for us in summer days . Thanks , too , thanks we give thee , lowly , Hoh-wah-ne-yo , great and holy ! Maker , wise 1 of all the sire , Earth ancl Water , Air and Fire !

" Water , thanks ! we safely glide On thy bosom long and wide ; In thy rills , their way that take Through sweet flowers our thirst we slake ; Thou dost give the strawberry vine Drink , when hot the sunbeams shine , Till its leaves spread fresh and bright , And its buds burst forth in white .

Thanks , too , thanks we give thee , lowly , Hoh-wah-ne-yo , great and holy ! Maker , wise ! of all the sire , Earth and AVater , Air and Fire !

" Air , we thank thee ! for the breeze Sweeping off the dire disease ; Thou dost bring the gentle rains ; Thou dost cool our feverish veins ; Thou dost kiss the strawberry flower Nestling in its grassy bower , Till its little wreath of snow Swings its fragrance to ancl fro .

Thanks , too , thanks we give thee , lowly , Hoh-wah-ne-yo , great and holy 1 Maker , wise ! of all the sire , Earth and Water , Air and Fire !

" Fire , we thank thee ! for thy ball AVith its glory brightening all , ¦ An d the blaze which warms our blooci , Lights our weed and cooks our food . To thy glance the strawberry swells AVith its ripening particles , Till the fruit is at our tread In its beauty rich and red .

Thanks , too , thanks we give thee , lowl * . Hoh-wah-ne-yo , great ancl holy ! Maker , wise . ' of all the sire , Earth and AVater , Air and Fire !"

The Iroquois Thanlcsgiving Dance . " Brave , Sachem , sire , boy , matron , maid , By the Friest To-ne-sah-hah led In a long file , slow treading , wound Thrice the Tcar-jis-ta-yo around ; Then through the maize fields sought the shade AVhere lay the customed offering-glade . There at a pile of faggots dry ,

Heaped with clew-bespangled forest flowers , Just gathered from their sylvan bowers , ( The Atotarho standing by , ) As the sun showed its upper rim , The gray-haired priest , with upturned eye , To HOH-WAH-NE-YO raised the hymn . The sun-fired calumet he bore , Sending its light smoke-offering o ' er .

Yah-hah 1 to us once more , He returns to us once more . " " HOH-WAH-NE-YO ! Mighty Spirit 1 Humble thanks to thee we render * . Hoh-wah-ne-yo ! Spirit vast . ' " Hoh-wah-ne-yo ! Mighty Spirit ! Thou art to our League a father , Hoh-wah-ne-yo ! Spirit good ! » j * & # # 3 *»

He ceased—struck steel and flint , and fire Glittered in sparks upon the pyre ; Then , as the offering sent its smoke On high , the Braves their dance awoke ; Whilst To-ne-sah-hah by the flame , The rocking stamping ring within , Praised still the Hoh-wah-ne-yo's name . Amidst the rude ga-nu-jah's * din .

But , as passed off the morning ' s shade , The sacrificial rites were stayed Until the sunset's dipping light , AVhen Thurenserah , at the head Of all his Braves , would , in its sight , The dance of Moh-tva 7 i-ne-yo tread .

The Dance of the Great Spirit . " But now the sun , in its descent , Its rich and stretching radiance bent ; Suddenly To-ne-sah-hah beat ; Suddenly To-ne-sah-hah beat A great drum , planted in the square : Ceased war-whoop shrill , paused flying feet , The hall no longer whirled in air ; *•

And as once more together came The village throng , his lodge from out , Amidst a general joyful shout Stepped Thurenserah's graceful frame , The close white robe was o'er his breast ; The snotoy plume beside his crest ; His right hand grasped a bow , sketched o ' er AVith deeds ; his left an arrow bore .

He strode with slow , majestic pace To where his Hoh-se-no-wahnsf stood Armed like himself ; then all the place Left for the sacrificial wood .

The Braves , with arrow and with bow In either hand , gazed steadfastly Upon the sun , whose parting glow Streamed down the glade ' s green vista free And as the west ' s rim felt its flame The Atotarho forward came , Quick swinging in a dance his frame ; Ancl in the mild ancl mellow blaze , Where a soft , golden carpet shone , Began , iu quavering , guttural tone , The Hoh-wah-ne-yo ' s hymn to raise .

" Mighty , mighty Hoh-wah-ne-yo ! Spirit pure and mighty 1 Hear us ! AVe thine own Ho-de-no-sonne , wilt thou be for ever near us ! Keep the sacred flame still burning ! guide our chase ! our 1 'lanting cherish ! Make our warriors' hearts yet taller ! let our foes before us perish ! Kindly watch our waving harvests ! make each Sachem's wisdom

deeper ' . Of our old men , of our women , of our children be the Keeper Mighty , holy Hoh-wah-ne-yo 1 Spirit pure and mighty ! hear us ! AVe thine own Ho-de-no-sonne , wilt thou be for ever near us ! Yah-hah ! for ever near us ! wilt thou he for ever near us !

" Mighty , mighty Hoh-wah-ne-yo ! thou dost , Spirit purest , greatest ! Love thine own HO-DE-NO-SONNE , thou as well their foemen hatest ! Panther ' s heart and eye of eagle , moose ' s foot and fox ' s cunning " Thou dost give our valiant people when the war-path ' s blood is running ; But the eye of owl in daylight , foot of turtle , heart of woman ,

Stupid brain of bear in winter , to our valiant people's foemen ! Mighty , holy Hoh-wah-ne-yo ! Spirit pure and mighty ! hear us ! We thine own Ho-de-no-sonne , wilt thou be for ever near us ! Yah-hah ! for ever near us ! wilt thou be for ever near us !" As ceased the strain , the warrior band , Arrow ancl bow reared high in hand , Arranged their files , and widely dashed Into a dance with eyes that flashed : Now toward the west , and now o'erhead , Timing their chantings to their tread ;