The Old Masonic Poem.

It is so much worth , without nay , The virtue thereof no man tell may ; But so much good doth that sight , As Saint Austin telletli full right , That day thou seest God's body , Thou shalt have these full securely : — Meat and drink at thy need , None that day shall thee ( 8 ) gnedc ;

Idle oaths , and words both , God forgiveth thee also ; Sudden death , that same day , Thou need ' st not dread in no way ; Also that day I thee ( 9 ) plyght , Thou shalt not lose thy eyesight ; And each foot that thou goest then , That holy sight for to see

, They shall be told to stand in stead , When thou hast thereto great need ; That messenger , the Angel Gabriel , Will keep them to thee full well . From this matter now I may pass , To tell more rewards of the mass :

To church come yet , if thou may , And hear thy mass every day ; If thou mays't not come to church , Where that ever thou dos ' t work , When thou hearest to mass [ the ] Knoll , Pray to God with heart still , To give thee part of that service , That in church there done is .

Furthermore yet , I ( 10 ) wol you preach To your fellows , it for to teach , When thou comest before a lord , In hall , in bower , or at the board , Hood or cap that those ( 11 ) off do : 'Ere thou comes him entirely to ; Twice or thrice , without doubt , To that lord thou must ( 12 ) lowte ;

( Vith thy right knee let it be done , Thine own worship thou save so , Hold off thy cap , and hood also , Till thou hast leave it ( 13 ) on to do , All the while thou speakest with him , Fair and lovingly bear up thy chin . ( To ie continued . )

( 8 ) Gnede ; require . ( 9 ) Plyght ; promise . ( 10 ) Wol ; will , desire . ( 11 ) Off do ; take off , remove . ( 12 ) Lowte ; bow , make obeisance . ( 13 ) On to do ; to put it on .

Eecent Geological surveys of the new territories of the Far West reveal the very important fact that the known coal deposits of the Eoeky Af omitain region extencl over an area of upwards of two hundred and fifty thousand square miles , in strata varying from five to thirty-five feet in thickness .

The New Morality.

THE NEW MORALITY .

{ Continuedfiom page 42 . ) Oh ! no indeed , let florid pens to-day , Write virtue down , drive piety away ; Let all that ' s base in effort or in end

Find in the foolish an obstreperoivs friend ; Amid the prurient page or vicious creed , The paltry sophism or the unlicensed deed , Old truth asserts in all her wondrous might , What faith reveres , what conscience says is right ! Alas ! for all who in our Vanity Fair ,

Mid pleasure ' s din , or sad delusion ' s glare , Tread the broad way of selfishness or wrong , . All giddy members of a giddier throng . Theirs is that fatal course so hotly run , Their ' s is that sad goal all too swiftly won . For them indeed is lost or blighted fame , Sorrow ' s dark shadow , memory ' s throbbing shame

The chain is holding them so close and strong Of inane longings , or of open wrong . Or sad indulgence ' s all iron sway Binds down to earth their weak wills day by clay . Their ' s is , alas ! too many a doubtful friend , Too many a sordid gain ; unrighteous end , Their's are the echoes of the " still small voice ;" Their's are the low pursuit , the baneful choice ;

Their ' s are those dreams which only end in ill , The feverish struggle , the perverted will ; Their ' s an upbraiding retrospect of years , Deep , gnawing griefs and never-ceasing fears , Until each day indeed for them below , Is but an harbinger of impending woe . Alas . ' they ' ve bartered hope and trust away ,

To gain the joys , the riches of a day ! Is there no hope for them ? can nought restore To them the happiness of days of yore ? Are peace and innocence for ever fled ? Is their will powerless ? is their conscience dead ? Can nothing change for them this sad , sad scene ? Or make them once again what they have been ?

But must they still to hopelessness a prey Wend on complacently their ill-omened way ? Oh , surely some safe cure may yet be found For all the evils that we see around ; Some Panacea with its golden store Blay hid us breathe , and hope , and trust once more For though indeed the horizon ' s dark to-day ,

When all we most revere seems past away , There yet must be some goodness left to fill This maddening concourse of tainting ill ; And faith and peace , and trust and joy and love , Can still as with an influence from above , Our sad society all purely leaven , Revivify our hopes with gleams of heaven ! MENTOR .