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WE understand that a Hand-book to the Grand Lodge for the use of Country Brethren will be shortly published under the patronage of the G . Registrar , the G . Secretary , and moat of the Dais . We have been favoured with the following extracts : — AUTHORITY—The just rights of an uncontrollable dictator .

ADJOURNMENT—An objectionable practice henceforth to be abrogated . BOOK OF CONSTITUTIONS—A series of laws which ought only to be quoted by the Dais . The landmarks of the Order were almost uprooted by its publication . It has the injurious tendency of informing the brethren of the constitutions to which they are pledged and the laws by which they are governed .

COLONIES—A corpus on which the Executive may experiment . D-BIE—A good and wise Scotchman . EXECUTIVE—A body who have purple aprons and " yellow minds . " FACTION—Everything opposed to the Executive .

GRAND LODGE—Once believed to represent the whole Craft , now only the G . M . H-RVEY—Saucebearer and bottle-holder to the G . M . INTENTIONS—The pavement of the Dais . KITTLE CATTLE TO SHOE—A favourite expression of the G . Registrar when anticipating from the body of G . L . resistance to some arbitrary act .

LAW—The Constitutions as interpreted by Br . B-d-n . MASONRY—A tradition of H . R . H . the Duke of Sussex . OFFICE—The summum bonum . PETITIONS—Documents of little value , which enter theG . Secretary's office , but never come out of it . REBELLIOUS—The official epithet for the Canadian lodges ( vide G . L . Debate , June , 1856 ) .

SECRETARY , GRANB—A tub to the whale . TALKING AGAINST TIME—An useful expedient to stave off inconvenient motions . VETO—A favourite word with the G . M . WH-TE—A very unfortunate wight . Z-TL-NB—The representative of Masonry and the victim of his party .

"A Tub To The Whale."

"A TUB TO THE WHALE . "

. " We understand it is iu conteminlatioxi of some members of G . L . to oppose the confirmation of the minutes as far as relates to the appointment of the Colonial Committee , and to throw Bro . White's resignation as a sop to the Canadian Lodges . "—Masonic Humour , Die . 1 st , 1856 . With APATHY steering , and PRIDE in command-A gallant ship dashed o ' er the sea ,

All trustful in sunshine , all heedless of storm And the breakers that surged on the lee . But the waves they swelled higher , and louder the threat Of the gathering tempest became ; Still PRIDE in his cabin continued to lounge , And the hand at the helm was the same .

Then the crew gathered aft , and they prayed with one voice At the low warning breath of the breeze , That to tried men and true might bo trusted the ship , While APATHT dozed-at his ease .

But the Captain he stormed , and the Captain ho raved ; "AVhy , there's mutiny sure in my ranks ! " So he clapped into limbo his able A . B . ' s , And to APATHY gave his best thanks . The cordage creaked louder , the breakers hissed near , And more fierce grew the voice of the wind ,

And fearful sea-monsters , foretellers of wreck , Came snorting and plunging behind . Then the knees of the skipper were loosened with dread , And his cheek it grew terribly pale , And with wild superstition he sought for a man To throw out as a " tub to ilie whale ?

All crews have their toadies , all ships have their rats . And old APATHY ' S friends sheered away : Poor fellow ! they fixed upon him to throw out To the monsters that loomed in the spray . But there came to the captain a counsel more wise From the passengers gathered on deck :

" Let him live , ho is harmless , sir ! yours is the sin If the good ship drives on to her wreck . "Even now , on the verge of this terrible reef Let fresh men take the tiller in hand ; And our duty , be sure , you will not have earned less That more wisely you've learned to command . "

Shout ! shout ! for the rescue ! speed ! speed the brave craft She shall weather the wind and the wave ; And old APATHY pensioned with grog shall narrate His escape from a watery grave .

Correspondence Between Bill Sykes And The Creeping Cracksman On Masonry In General And G. L. In Particular.

CORRESPONDENCE BETWEEN BILL SYKES AND THE CREEPING CRACKSMAN ON MASONRY IN GENERAL AND G . L . IN PARTICULAR .

( ENCLOSURE I . ) . forth o' Deesembur . Veil , Bill , if this ' ere baint the rummest o' dodges As ever I see sin' I valked on the mill ! They vont let us pore convicks not enter no lodges ,

That ' ere blessed old registrer started it , Bill . Now , ain ' t it oust ' ard , as a feller wot dresses As a gent ' ort to dress , Bill , like you or like me , Shood meet at a lodge with Rejected adreses Tho' they dubs 'im a Mason accepted and free' ?

Jest tip us a flimsy to say vot you think , Bill , ( I ' ve spouted my apern for kvorterns o' gin ) It ' s all no use now , tho' you tips ' em the vink , Bill , So you'd best foller ditto and coller your tin . Yure lovin 0 . C .