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The Volume Of The Sacred Law.

the plains of peace , where the ~ " *" winds of adversity never blow . For the last half-hour an approaching light to starboard had been watched by the officer on the bridge thiough his night glass .

Imperceptibly onward it came , now and again casting a gem of brilliancy upon the crest of some ambitious wave that rolled up into the line of vision . Presently it crossed the rays of the full moon—With each mast and spar Across the moon like a prison bar ; And its own black hulk that was magnified , By its own reflection in the tide .

Then it seemed to go farther away , and soon its existence was forgotten . The two men braving the wind up on deck

were fascinated with the g lorious stillness of the scene , and took but little notice of each other . They must have

been there for a couple of hours before they descended to the saloon on the way to their berths . At the end of the corridor thev parted

company with a shake of the hand and a quiet "Good night , Miller ! " " Good night , my Lord ! "

KlSHKK-l'OLK OK RKDCAK .

THE MEETING-HOUSE AT CONWAY CKEEK .. The following day , late in the afternoon , the s . s . City of London was alongside the quay in New York Harbor , and the company melted away like wax in the noonday sun .

CHAPTER VI . Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid . Some heart well pregnant with celestial fire ; Hands , that the vod of empire might have swayed , Or waked to ecstasy ihe living lyre .

FROM the village of Roxburg , a suburb of Boston , Massachusetts , a magnificent view of the Golden Bay in the distance can be had on a fine afternoon from the Castor Bridge . To the westward , the country dies away in glorious hill and dale , with the River Witmitty roaming in and out on its way to the

Atlantic , into which it rushes between the fishing villages of Redcar and Saltcliff . Civilisation holds sway around these parts , but ten miles up stream the cultivated aspect of the place gradually decreases and gives place to the grandeur of nature untouched by the despoiling hand of man . Beyond the outskirts of the villages round about the

principal occupation of the inhabitants is farming or stock-raising , and a very large track of country , several miles in

breadth , being almost barren of trees and forest land , lends itself admirably for the grazing of cattle . About four and

a half miles up the Witmitty is Conway Creek , lying midway between Boston and Springfield , and here is the homestead of Peter Nundy , a rich man in farming

stock , and the owner of thousands of acres of pasture-land on the other side of the river . Here , also , is the meeting house of the Freemasons of the villages within twenty miles ' gunshot of the place .

“The Masonic Review: 1889-12-01, Page 24” Masonic Periodicals Online, Library and Museum of Freemasonry, 25 May 2025, django:8000/periodicals/msr/issues/msr_01121889/page/24/.
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CONTENTS. Article 1
ANOTHER YEAR. Article 1
Round and About. Article 2
Masonic Mems. Article 4
Untitled Article 8
Eminent Masons at Home. Article 8
THE TREASURER. Article 10
GRAND LODGE OF ENGLAND. Article 11
GRAND LODGE OF SCOTLAND. Article 11
GRAND MARK LODGE. Article 11
BOOKS AND PERIODICALS RECEIVED. Article 11
Among the Bohemians. Article 12
Colonial and Foreign. Article 13
Gathered Chips. Article 14
Answers to Correspondents. Article 14
THE VOLUME OF THE SACRED LAW. Article 15
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The Volume Of The Sacred Law.

the plains of peace , where the ~ " *" winds of adversity never blow . For the last half-hour an approaching light to starboard had been watched by the officer on the bridge thiough his night glass .

Imperceptibly onward it came , now and again casting a gem of brilliancy upon the crest of some ambitious wave that rolled up into the line of vision . Presently it crossed the rays of the full moon—With each mast and spar Across the moon like a prison bar ; And its own black hulk that was magnified , By its own reflection in the tide .

Then it seemed to go farther away , and soon its existence was forgotten . The two men braving the wind up on deck

were fascinated with the g lorious stillness of the scene , and took but little notice of each other . They must have

been there for a couple of hours before they descended to the saloon on the way to their berths . At the end of the corridor thev parted

company with a shake of the hand and a quiet "Good night , Miller ! " " Good night , my Lord ! "

KlSHKK-l'OLK OK RKDCAK .

THE MEETING-HOUSE AT CONWAY CKEEK .. The following day , late in the afternoon , the s . s . City of London was alongside the quay in New York Harbor , and the company melted away like wax in the noonday sun .

CHAPTER VI . Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid . Some heart well pregnant with celestial fire ; Hands , that the vod of empire might have swayed , Or waked to ecstasy ihe living lyre .

FROM the village of Roxburg , a suburb of Boston , Massachusetts , a magnificent view of the Golden Bay in the distance can be had on a fine afternoon from the Castor Bridge . To the westward , the country dies away in glorious hill and dale , with the River Witmitty roaming in and out on its way to the

Atlantic , into which it rushes between the fishing villages of Redcar and Saltcliff . Civilisation holds sway around these parts , but ten miles up stream the cultivated aspect of the place gradually decreases and gives place to the grandeur of nature untouched by the despoiling hand of man . Beyond the outskirts of the villages round about the

principal occupation of the inhabitants is farming or stock-raising , and a very large track of country , several miles in

breadth , being almost barren of trees and forest land , lends itself admirably for the grazing of cattle . About four and

a half miles up the Witmitty is Conway Creek , lying midway between Boston and Springfield , and here is the homestead of Peter Nundy , a rich man in farming

stock , and the owner of thousands of acres of pasture-land on the other side of the river . Here , also , is the meeting house of the Freemasons of the villages within twenty miles ' gunshot of the place .

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