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Old Friends.
time the oldest of our Provincial Grand Masters , and as no one was a greater proficient of old in the work of Freemasonry , so no one had more thoroughly imbibed its large , its gracious , its tolerant precepts . An English gentleman of the old , old school , his clear intelligence , his honest worth and his upright character , along with his real
generous unostentatious benevolence of heart and will , constitute him a fitting Masonic Ruler to hold up to the admiration and the imitation of all our younger bi-ethren . No one was more attached to the principles of Freemasonry ; no one more fully exemplified its goodly and sympathetic teaching in pi'actice and actiozi and in reality .
The name of John Fawcett will long be associated with those bi-ethi-en of our Order who in , and even out of season , amid popularity and unpopularity , have upheld the truth and rallied round the banner ol Freemasonry ; while in his early association with the famous lodge the " Marquis of Granby , " Durham , he did , perhaps , more than any
one else , in his own quiet way , to give stability to the Masonic system , and add prestige to our useful and kindly fraternity in the north of England .
Brother, Well Done!
BROTHER , WELL DONE !
rTIHE day it is over , and set is the sun , And sympathy whispers , " Brother , well done ! " The long life is wrapped up , not lived out in vain The care and the trial , the sorrow and pain
All have passed like a shadow , the rest it is gained ; The journey is ended , the haven attained . Unkindness is silenced , and calumny ' s still , The greatness and littleness , the good and the ill ;
The weakness of earth , of life ' s armour the rust , Are forgotten for ever in hope and in trust . Let us labour on truly , yes , on to the end , Good comrade and brother , companion and friend ,
That when it shall be , that our time draws near , That ceased is our trial , and faded our fear ; Let us hope and believe that when our race is run , Some kind voice will still say , " Brother , well done ! "
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Old Friends.
time the oldest of our Provincial Grand Masters , and as no one was a greater proficient of old in the work of Freemasonry , so no one had more thoroughly imbibed its large , its gracious , its tolerant precepts . An English gentleman of the old , old school , his clear intelligence , his honest worth and his upright character , along with his real
generous unostentatious benevolence of heart and will , constitute him a fitting Masonic Ruler to hold up to the admiration and the imitation of all our younger bi-ethren . No one was more attached to the principles of Freemasonry ; no one more fully exemplified its goodly and sympathetic teaching in pi'actice and actiozi and in reality .
The name of John Fawcett will long be associated with those bi-ethi-en of our Order who in , and even out of season , amid popularity and unpopularity , have upheld the truth and rallied round the banner ol Freemasonry ; while in his early association with the famous lodge the " Marquis of Granby , " Durham , he did , perhaps , more than any
one else , in his own quiet way , to give stability to the Masonic system , and add prestige to our useful and kindly fraternity in the north of England .
Brother, Well Done!
BROTHER , WELL DONE !
rTIHE day it is over , and set is the sun , And sympathy whispers , " Brother , well done ! " The long life is wrapped up , not lived out in vain The care and the trial , the sorrow and pain
All have passed like a shadow , the rest it is gained ; The journey is ended , the haven attained . Unkindness is silenced , and calumny ' s still , The greatness and littleness , the good and the ill ;
The weakness of earth , of life ' s armour the rust , Are forgotten for ever in hope and in trust . Let us labour on truly , yes , on to the end , Good comrade and brother , companion and friend ,
That when it shall be , that our time draws near , That ceased is our trial , and faded our fear ; Let us hope and believe that when our race is run , Some kind voice will still say , " Brother , well done ! "