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The Early Builders.
and David , and Solomon , and the King of Tyre ' s son ( the Master Mason ) , and Charles Martel , and Adhabell , and Albanjxs , and Athelstan , and Englet , and Athelstan ' s son without a name . In the Lansdowne MS ., we find Lameth , and Gabell , and Tubalt , and Tubalican , and Hermenerus ¦ or Armes , and Nemroth , and Babylon , and
Ewclides , and David , and Solomon , and Cubb , and Iram his son , ( master of Geometry , and chief of all his Masonrie , and all his graving , carving , & c ) , and Semett , and Namas Grecious , and Charles Martel , and St . Albanes , and King Adlston , and Edwin , his son . It seems to me that we have in these legends the Constitutions or
" Secreta " of the Gilds read at their annual assemblies , when they admitted new members , and that we find in this point another article of agreement as between the Gilds and Speculative Freemasonry . It is quite clear to me that wherever these three great legends came from , they do not necessarily interfere with the evidences of the
Chroniclers , but represent what preceded the Constitutions simply of the Gilds themselves . The English Gild legends stand by themselves , though I cannot help thinking that they point to a Roman and Oriental source , as brought in by the early builders , and not to Anglo Saxon or Norman Gilds , which would be but a repetition of the same " old story " slightly changed by tradition and somewhat the " worse for wear . "
Autumn Thoughts.
AUTUMN THOUGHTS .
BY BRO . EMRA HOLMES . T EAVES are lingering yet upon the trees , - " - ^ The branches waving sadly in the breeze ; Though glorious tints of autumn are on these ,
The shadow of decay is over all . Bright russet tinges in the wooded dells , Gay crimson flushes where the squirrel dwells , And in the darksome fen , where magic spells
Seem , like the night , on everything to fall . Grim winter threatens soon to come apace , And bleak east winds do now the dead leaves chase ; November glooms are over every place , The frosty rime is on the poplar tall .
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The Early Builders.
and David , and Solomon , and the King of Tyre ' s son ( the Master Mason ) , and Charles Martel , and Adhabell , and Albanjxs , and Athelstan , and Englet , and Athelstan ' s son without a name . In the Lansdowne MS ., we find Lameth , and Gabell , and Tubalt , and Tubalican , and Hermenerus ¦ or Armes , and Nemroth , and Babylon , and
Ewclides , and David , and Solomon , and Cubb , and Iram his son , ( master of Geometry , and chief of all his Masonrie , and all his graving , carving , & c ) , and Semett , and Namas Grecious , and Charles Martel , and St . Albanes , and King Adlston , and Edwin , his son . It seems to me that we have in these legends the Constitutions or
" Secreta " of the Gilds read at their annual assemblies , when they admitted new members , and that we find in this point another article of agreement as between the Gilds and Speculative Freemasonry . It is quite clear to me that wherever these three great legends came from , they do not necessarily interfere with the evidences of the
Chroniclers , but represent what preceded the Constitutions simply of the Gilds themselves . The English Gild legends stand by themselves , though I cannot help thinking that they point to a Roman and Oriental source , as brought in by the early builders , and not to Anglo Saxon or Norman Gilds , which would be but a repetition of the same " old story " slightly changed by tradition and somewhat the " worse for wear . "
Autumn Thoughts.
AUTUMN THOUGHTS .
BY BRO . EMRA HOLMES . T EAVES are lingering yet upon the trees , - " - ^ The branches waving sadly in the breeze ; Though glorious tints of autumn are on these ,
The shadow of decay is over all . Bright russet tinges in the wooded dells , Gay crimson flushes where the squirrel dwells , And in the darksome fen , where magic spells
Seem , like the night , on everything to fall . Grim winter threatens soon to come apace , And bleak east winds do now the dead leaves chase ; November glooms are over every place , The frosty rime is on the poplar tall .