Ancient And Accepted Rite.

Capt . Whitbread be elected Honorary Members of the Victor ! Chapter . The Recorder gave notice that at the next regular meeting of the chapter he should move an amendment in the bye-laws so far as regarded the annual subscription of nonresident membors . The Recorder then read the letter from the Supreme Grand Council expelling Bro . John Yarker , of Manchester , from the Order-, also the suspension of the Antiquity Chapter , Bath , and its members individually and

collectively . A telegram was received from 111 . Bro . Capt . Phillips , 33 ° , Grand Treasurer General , announcing his inability to attend through indisposition ; and universal regret was expressed at the gallant brother ' s absence . A telegram from Capt . AVhitbread was also received excusing non-attendance from the same cause . After partaking of refreshment the chapter was resumed , when the Sov . Princes proceeded to the election of M . AV . S . anel Treasurer , for the ensuing year , and

HI . Bro . Sanderson was re-elected to the former dignified office , and ex . Bro . Golding re-elected as Treasurer . The other business ofthe chapter having been transacted it was closed in love and harmony .

Obituary.

Obituary .

BEO . THOMAS BEASSEY . About three years ago , Bro . Brassey suffered from a paralytic stroke , but he did not take this as a warning , and notwithstanding the representations of his family , lie continued to engage in old undertakings and new . Eor the Mont Denis Railway he underwent a fatigniiigjonr-Tieymostlon footin fact he would not keep quiet , nor

, y ; cease to believe in the innate strength of his constitution , hence his premature demise on the 8 th instant . One of his lastunderfcakings is the Callao Docks for the Peruvian Government . Bro . Brassey was unobtrusive in society , and unfrequently a quiet attendant at charity dinners , when ho was a liberal , but not ostentatious giver . His largest

works in this way were those least known , his largesses to distressed partners and their families , even iu cases where he was himself a loser in the transactions , and also to the members of bankrupt firms . Bro . Bassey ' s Masonry was visible , in his fraternal regard for its precepts , and many further proofs of his esteem for its institutions ; his many avocations debarred him . from active participation iu technical meetings .

BRO . AV . E . WALMSLEY . We regret to notice the death of Bro . W . Ellyard Walmsley , K . H . 30 th degree , a distinguished Mason . Bro . Walmsley held for many years the important appointment of Principal Clerk for Bills to the House of Lords , and was justly esteemed . He was a man of scholarlhabits and attainmentsand had formed some

y , fine collections . As a Mason , he was attached to the Ancient and Accepted Eite , because the association of men of learning and education promised him the grafcication of his love of research in ancient history and science , and he consequently engaged the friendship of many distinguished men . Being a man of independent habits , he did not receive any especial pafci-onage or

promotion . As a Craft-Mason , he participated in the esteem of his brethren , for he possessed personal qualifications which secured for him warm attachment . Bro . Walmsley had been suffering from indifferent health fer some time , and was not unprepared for tho close of his mortal career . His relative , being Asstant Grand Secretary of the Grand Lodge of Ireland , Bro . Walmsley was not unknown to the Irish members of the Craft ; who have visited the metropolis .

Obituary.

His death will be a loss to the jurisdiction of the Sripreme Council of England at this period . Died , Nov . 17 , in London , Phoebe , wife of our much esteemed Brother , J . H . Younghusband , ( late of Liverpool ) P . Prov . J . G . W . West Lancashire , P . M ., P . Z ., E . G ., and G . onstable , K . T .

THE SYMBOLISM os THE SPIKE . —The spire or steeple is the silent finger that points to heaven ; it is an upward aspiration of the soul—a prayer from the depths of a troubled heart—a sttspirh'M de profundis—a hymn of thanksgiving— -a pure life , throwing off the worldly , and approaching the ethereal—a finite minel searching , till lost in vastness of the unknown and unapproachable—a beautiful attempt—a voice of praise sent up from

the earth , till , like the soaring lark , it " becomes a sightless song . Indeed , our unbidden thoughts , that wild ivy of the mind , are trained upward by the spire , till it is hung round by the tenderesfc associations and recollection of all that is sweet and softening in our natures . Thus when tho painter has represented on his canvas some wild phase of scenery , where the gadding vine , the tangled nnderwooel , the troubleel brook , the black , frowning rockthe untamed growth of the forest

, , " Old plash of rains and refuse patched with moss . " impress us with awe and a sad , homeless feeling , as if we were lost children . How eloquent is that last touch of his pencil that shows us a simple spire peeping over the tree tops ! How it comforts us ! How it hrings us home again anel bestows an air " Of sweet civility on rustics wild . "

Poetry.

Poetry .

TRUE CHARITY . Lines suggested to tbe mind of the writer from reading the beautiful article , bearing the above title , in No . 591 of the " Freemason ' s Magazine" : — Night kiss'el the young rose , and it sank to repose , And the stars that shone forth wateh'el its rest , Anel the pure dew-drops hung on its beautiful stem ;

Like jewels on a fair maiden ' s breast . Then the bright morning came with its cool dancing breeie ; And whispered unto the sweet flower . Anel it woke in its beauty and innocent joy , Diffusing perfume o ' er tho bower . But the fiery sun-God came with the noon .

And his rays smote the delicate rose ; And it fainted away , ' neath the ardent breath , Which each wearied traveller knows , Pading and lovely it drooped to the dust ; But a tender consoler was nigh . The breeze whilst engaged in her ariel flight .

Came tripping withjoyousnessby . The breeze had been gamboling over the sea , Hael pushed on the homeward-bonne ! bark , She had turn'd the old mill , she had found tho tired brow ; Of the suff ' rer whose lips seem'd so dark , She hael swept by the side of tho cottage , and brook .

O ' er tho hill , anel the flower-spangled dale . She had sung thro' the foliage that wav'd on the trees , Encircling that beautiful vale . She hael frisked in the bright curls of th' innocent child As she pass'd on her joy-giving round ; And now as she tripp'donher way she beheld

The poor rose lying faint on the ground . She hastened to kiss it , and tenderly bathed Its forehead in soft cooling showers ;