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Little Britain.
piano ; ancl they would listen with wonderful interest to Mrs . Lamb ' s anecdotes of Alderman Plunket ' s family of Portsokenwarcl , and the Miss Timberlakes , the rich heiresses of Crutched Friars ; but then they relieved their consciences , ancl averted the reproaches of their confederates , by canvassing at the next gossiping convocation everything that had passed , and pulling the Lambs and their rout all to ieces .
p The onl y one of the famil y that could not be made fashionable was the retired butcher himself . Honest Lamb , in spite of the meekness of his name , was a rough , hearty old fellow , with the voice of a lion , a head of black haillike a shoe-brush , and a broad face mottled like his own beef . It was in vain that the daughters always spoke of him as the " old gentleman , " addressed him as "papa , " in tones of infinite softness , and endeavoured to coax him into
a dressing gown and slippers , and other gentlemanly habits . Do what they might , there was no keeping down the butcher . His sturdy nature would break through all their glozings . He had a hearty vulgar good humour that was irrepressible . His very jokes made his sensitive daughters shudder ; and he persisted in wearing his blue cotton coat of a morning , dining at two o ' clock , and having a "bit of sausage with his tea . " ( To be concluded . )
Masonry.
MASONRY .
OH , Masonry , thou theme divine , How much thy fame transcends Tho praise of humble lyre and line , Thou trust of faithful friends . On countless lands and distant shores , Mid savage and mid sage , The wondering student still explores Th y " marks " from age to age .
On tottering shrines and crumbling walls , On ruined temples low , Pillars on which the sunset falls In gleams of roseate glow , Amid all these , a mossy stone Marked with a cunning line ,
Tho' centuries o ' er that spot have flown , Reveals a Mason ' s sign . On Roman walls , Assyrian mound , On stately pyramid , Ancl even , on Zion ' s holy ground , In subterraneans hid , I note with wonder ancl with awe ,
Marks of a mystic band , Which in despite of earth ' s dark law Lingers in every land . Bright emblems of th ' enduring power Of precepts all sublime , Which still can bless each passing hour
, Despite the march of time : Yes , Masonry , thy pleasant name Endures , though men depart ; Why ? but because thy truths proclaim The teachings of the heart !
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Little Britain.
piano ; ancl they would listen with wonderful interest to Mrs . Lamb ' s anecdotes of Alderman Plunket ' s family of Portsokenwarcl , and the Miss Timberlakes , the rich heiresses of Crutched Friars ; but then they relieved their consciences , ancl averted the reproaches of their confederates , by canvassing at the next gossiping convocation everything that had passed , and pulling the Lambs and their rout all to ieces .
p The onl y one of the famil y that could not be made fashionable was the retired butcher himself . Honest Lamb , in spite of the meekness of his name , was a rough , hearty old fellow , with the voice of a lion , a head of black haillike a shoe-brush , and a broad face mottled like his own beef . It was in vain that the daughters always spoke of him as the " old gentleman , " addressed him as "papa , " in tones of infinite softness , and endeavoured to coax him into
a dressing gown and slippers , and other gentlemanly habits . Do what they might , there was no keeping down the butcher . His sturdy nature would break through all their glozings . He had a hearty vulgar good humour that was irrepressible . His very jokes made his sensitive daughters shudder ; and he persisted in wearing his blue cotton coat of a morning , dining at two o ' clock , and having a "bit of sausage with his tea . " ( To be concluded . )
Masonry.
MASONRY .
OH , Masonry , thou theme divine , How much thy fame transcends Tho praise of humble lyre and line , Thou trust of faithful friends . On countless lands and distant shores , Mid savage and mid sage , The wondering student still explores Th y " marks " from age to age .
On tottering shrines and crumbling walls , On ruined temples low , Pillars on which the sunset falls In gleams of roseate glow , Amid all these , a mossy stone Marked with a cunning line ,
Tho' centuries o ' er that spot have flown , Reveals a Mason ' s sign . On Roman walls , Assyrian mound , On stately pyramid , Ancl even , on Zion ' s holy ground , In subterraneans hid , I note with wonder ancl with awe ,
Marks of a mystic band , Which in despite of earth ' s dark law Lingers in every land . Bright emblems of th ' enduring power Of precepts all sublime , Which still can bless each passing hour
, Despite the march of time : Yes , Masonry , thy pleasant name Endures , though men depart ; Why ? but because thy truths proclaim The teachings of the heart !