The Pantomime : Harlequin Freemason.

sonry , published under the sanction of the Grand Lodge ; views of various celebrated buildings are also introduced , and the procession is closed with all the Officers of a regular Lodge , and the Grand Master seated in a very magnificent aud beautiful portico . Whether the objects intended to be celebrated in this procession may be sufficiently understood to

become interesting to the usual patrons of pautomime , may be doubced , but in point of splendour it greatly excels . The business of the pantomime is yet imperfect , aud the Genius of Pun , Avhose prime minister on this occasion is Mr . Messinck , has not been sufficientlinterestedbut Avhen the business of the

y , procession and scenery is compleatly settled , some addition , as usual , will probably be made to this part of the piece , and some of the tricks Ave conceive Avill be changed much for the better , particularly the successful dexterity of the chimney sweeper , which is rather a dangerous example to exhibit . Amongst

the most striking scenes Avas a Dutch skaiting piece , a Mason's yard , and a change of a half-furnished building to one entirely compleat , by the magic power of Harlequin's sword . The representation was rather unfortunate , as Itfr . Eeinhold , who personated Hiram Abiftj and to whom

the principal songs and recitative AA ~ ere assigned , was so extremely hoarse and ill , that an apology was made for him , and he was obliged to omit the songs and speak , or rather whisper the recitative . This gave a coldness and embarrassment to several of the situations , which , added to the usual confusions of

the first night of a new . pantomime , but which will doubtless be removed on the future representation .

FOR THE " MOUSING CHRONICLE . " The following are the most approved Airs in the Pantomime of HARLEQUIN FREE-MASON , ' performed for the first time yesterday evening at the Theatre Royal , C ' ovenl Garden . AIB I . —Masons' Glee . Behold the model of our Art

, Work on whatever plan , Masons must borrow still some part From that great structure Man . Here , well to captivate the sight , The Orders all agree ; Proportion , strength , and force unite

With ease and symmetry . Bui see , the sun rides down the West , And hark , our sign from work to rest . Am . — Master Mason . 1 . The Sun ' s a Free-mason , he works all the day ,

Village , city , and town to adorn , Then from labour at rest At Ills lodge in the west , Takes with good brother Neptune a glass on his way Thence ripe for the fair , He flies from all care , To Dame Thetis ' s charms , Till roused from her arms By the moon .

Cnonus . So do we , our labour done , First the glass , And then the lass , And then Sweet slumbers give fresh force To run our course Thus with the rising sun .

II . The course of the sun all our mysteries defines ; First Masonry rose in the East , Then to no point confin'd , His rays cheer mankind . Besides , who'd deny that he well knows the signs ? The Grand Master he Then of Masons Bhall be , Nor shall aught the Craft harm . Till to shine and to warm He has ceas'd .

Then like him , our labour done , & c . AIR . —In the Temple of Bacchus . I . At a jovial meeting of gods once on high , Ere Bacchus was batch'd from old Jupiter ' s thigh , This one told his story , and that sung his song , And did what he could lest the time should seem long

Apollo read verses , the Graces wreath'd flowers , The Muses of Harmony sung for the powers , Bully Mars crack'd his joke , and sly Momus his jest ; Yet their mirth wanted something to give it a zest . II . Says Jove , our assembly to-day's pretty full , Yet I don't know how 'tis , we're horribly dull ; We have all the ingredients that mirth should inspire , But some clay-born alloy damps our heav'nly fire .

I have it—in this I'll a mixture enclose Of all the delights whence good fellowship flows , And we'll taste of its produce , for mirth's bad at best » When there ' s anything wanting to give it a zest . III . So saying , so doing , lie buried the shrine , Which quickly sprung up in the form of a vine

, The leaves broad and verdant , the fruit deepest blue , Whence a juice flowed , that health , love , or youth might renew Its influence to feel , they came round it in swarms ; Mars took draughts of courage , and Venus drank charms , Momus swallowed bon mots , Cupid love—so the rest , While Jove spurning Nectar , cry'd—this is the

zest-Alii . Hail Masonry , thou Craft divine , Glory of earth from heaven revealed , Which does with jewels precious shine , From all but Masons' eyes conceaPd . As men from brutes distinguish'd are , A Mason other men excels :

For what ' s in knowledge choice or rare , But in his breast securely dwells ? His silent breast and faithful heart Preserve the secrets of our art . From scorching heat and piercing cold , From beasts whose roar the forest rends ; From the assault of warriors bold

The Mason ' s art mankind defend . Ensigns of state that feed our pride , Distinctions troublesome and vain , By Masons true are laid aside , Art ' s freeboni sons such toys disdain . Ennobled hthe name they hear

y , Distinguish'd by the badge they wear . Sweet fellowship , from envy free , Friendly converse of Brotherhood , The Lodge ' s lasting cement be , Which has for ages firmly stood . Be justice done in every lay

To those who have enriched the art , Down to the Master of this day , And let each Brother bear a part . Let noble Mason ' s health go round Their praise in lofty Lodge resound .