Obituary.

Obituary .

THE LATE BRO . WILLIAM ALLATSON .

( Communicated by BEO . C . HOSGOOD , P . M . 192 . ) It is with deep regret that we have to announce the death of Bro . William Allatson , of 68 , Old Bailey , who departed this life on the 28 th ultimo , aged 67 years . The deceased brother became a joining member ( from the Lodge of Hope ) of the Lion and Lamb Lodge in the year 1851 , and was a Past Warden of the lodge . Bro .

Allatson was held in high esteem by all the members , more especially so by the senior ones , who had the pleasure of his acquaintance during a period of 18 years . "An honest man's the noblest work of God . "

The biographies of men who have devoted a life of study to one peculiar branch of science are characterized by the influence which the one absorbing pursuit necessarily acquires over the mind . The principles by which the merchant is guided in the private relations of life are analogous to his proceeding in commerce . The sincerity of a man ' s pursuit may be judged from their mutual

affinity . The life of our departed brother tried by this test will be found alike honourable to humanity as well as to Freemasonry . Few lives present a lesson of contentment more perfect than that of our late Bro . Allatson . Although held universally in the highest esteem by the brethren of his lodge , he never aspired beyond the chair of S . W . and declined the hih honour of W . M . of his

, g lodge . It is a melancholy satisfaction to perceive that one universal feeling of regret is shared by every member who has had the honour of his acquaintance , and who feel that a spirit has fled to the Grand Lodge above to that mansion where the secrets of all hearts are known . Few Masons have performed their allotted task with greater credit than our deceased brother . In disposition

amiable ; in character high minded ; in honour untainted . He passed through the important scenes of life with an unsullied reputation . He suffered much from a protracted illness , and bore his affliction with meek submission to the will of his Divine Master , and as he lives in the memory of the members of his lodge , may he rest in peace . Mark the perfect manand behold the upriht ,

, g for the end of that man is peace . If in thy bosom dwells the sign , That marks our brotherhood divine ; Give to his grave a holy tear , Our friend and brother slumbers there .

The Late Bro. George Awcock, Of Brighton.

THE LATE BRO . GEORGE AWCOCK , OF BRIGHTON .

On Monday , the 20 th inst ., Bro . G . __ . wcock , for many years Tyler and Janitor , and also Prov . G . Lodge Tyler , died at his residence , Gardner-street , Brighton , after a lingering illness of many months duration , aged 56 . During his illness the attentions of Bro . Dr . Verrali , surgeon , and Bro . Dr . Beard , physician , were unremitting , and towards the last few weeks of his illness , Bro . the

Rev . Dr . Griffiths , Principal of Brighton College , attended to cheer and comfort our late brother , and to prepare him really and truly for that great raising which all must submit to . Bro . G . Awcock was ever esteemed for the geniality of his disposition and his kind and even temper ; always easy , always ready with his duties , and always pleased to be of assistance to young members of the

Craft . For many years he Tyled the Clarence Lodge , No . 271 ; Royal York , 315 ; Brunswick , 732 ; Yarborough , 811 . He was Janitor to the Lennox Chapter , 271 ; the Royal Sussex Chapter , 732 ; also to the Royal Sussex Lodge of Mark Master Masons . He will be buried on Saturday , the 25 th inst ., at the Extra Mural Cemetery , BrightonBrothe RevDrGriffithsProvGChaplain

, . . . , . . , officiating . During the illness of our late brother , his son has been doing his duties most efficiently , and will no doubt succeed to the post held by his late father .

Poetry.

Poetry .

AVHO TREADS THE PATH OF GLORY ? By Mrs . L . A . CZARNECKI . AVho troads tho path of glory ? The soldier of renown , Ho who by his martial diods , Receives the victor ' s crown ? One who quenches lifo in fiery wrath

, Has never trod yet the glorious path . The gifted statesman whoso high favour Is felt in many lands , AVhoso thought is matchless—surely ho On tho height of glory stands ? Ah ! not oven bo has rightly trod That bard , toilsome , but delightful road . ]

The proud and haughty monarch , AVho rules with mighty sway , And owns an empire's homage , Ho walks on glory ' s way ? No , his is strife for a sounding fame For transient grandeur of an earthly name . 'Tis they whounseenhumbly pray

, , And feel for all their kind , AVho shields the suffering poor And soothes tho afflicted mind—¦ Tbey , wbate ' er their rank iu life may bo , Tread tho path of glory brave and free . Men think tho greatest glory Is on tho battle-field :

Tbey draw the Hashing sabre , And strike the bossy shield ; That glorious path tho sword never won , 'Tis wou by they who have good deeds done .

The Dying Israelite To The Deity.

THE DYING ISRAELITE TO THE DEITY .

By ROBERT MONTGOMERY . " Tho Tyrant ' s jest , the Gentile ' s scorn . " AVAI / TER SCOTT . A Hebrew knelt in the dying light , His eyes wore dim aud cold , Tho hairs on his head wore silver white

And his blood was thin and old . He lifted his look to his latest sun , For ho knew that his pilgrimage was done , And as ho saw God's shadow there , His spirit poured itsolf in prayer . I come unto death ' s second birth , Beneath a stranger air ; A ilgrim on a dullcold earth

p , , As all my fathers wore . And mon have stamp'd me with a curse I feel it is not thine , They mercy , like yon sun , was mado Ou me , as them to shine . And therefore dare I lift my eye , Thro' that to thee before I dio , In this great teniplo built by theo

, AVhoso altars aro divine ; Beneath yon lamp that ceaselessly Lights up thine own puro shrine , Oh take my latest sacrifice , Look down and make this sod Holy as that wore , long ago , The Hebrew met his god . I have not caused tho widow's tears ,

Nor dimmed the orphan ' s eye , I have not stained tho virgin's years , Nor mocked tho mourner ' s cry . Tho songs of Zion iu mine oar Have over boon most sweet , And always when I folt thoo near , My shoes wero off my foot . I havo known theo in tho whirlwind , I have known thoo on tho hill , I havo loved thoo in tho voice of birds , Or tho music of tho rill .