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or ought to confine, our family disputes within the walls of our own temples; and in this consists the true mystery of our Order. Assuming no higher duty than the cultivation of the friendly relations of society, we wish to tread the paths of secrecy and morality, and strengthen the bond of union which exists among us. But why, if your association be such as you represent it, not unfold all its mysteries to the world? Our doors are accessible to every applicant, whose moral conduct would make him a worthy inmate of our temples of benevolence. Go beyond this, and our grand design would be defeated. We wish to be secluded, separate from the world, yet meriting the approbation of the liberal and the good. We meet in our family circle; hear the complaints of the friend whose sensibility has been wounded, and make that atonement which our principles require. We compel, under pain of fraternal displeasure, our members to act justly in their intercourse with the world and each other, in cases where legal enactments cannot reach.

Our Order is an extended beneficial association. To this end all our forms, all our ceremonies tend.

To relieve the distressed, the wretched, and the destitute among us, is our chief aim, and in this respect, I say it with no vain spirit of boasting, Odd Fellowship can compare with any similar institution in this country.

In Maryland, with the concerns of which State I am better acquainted than any other, where Odd Fellowship is in the full tide of successful experiment, her charitable appropriations have been, as appears from the official statement of her Grand Lodge, more liberal than her means led me to anticipate. Her school-fund for the education of the orphans of Odd Fellows, is beginning to be applied with energy to that laudable object. In our own Districts, where the Order is proportionably weak in number and resources, some of the Lodges have contributed, during the last autumn, to the relief of their sick members, with praiseworthy liberality.-To enable us to accomplish these objects, a small tax is levied, which constitutes a fund, sacred by the rules of the Order, for the relief of sick or distressed members, their widows or orphans. This, which has been appropriately termed the "Poor Man's Saving Fund," is distributed with no penurious hand to the worthy member in distress, but is refunded with that liberality which justice requires.

To the member who deposits in this treasury, with that punctuality which his means will allow, when disease overtakes him, and he is rendered unable to be employed for the benefit of himself and family, this fund is offered for his support, until, restored to health, he is enabled by his renewed exertions for the good of the Order, to repay the obligation, if any, he may be under. With such objects identified with the designs of our Order, it has not escaped calumny or ridicule. Our association has been adjudged by the conduct of some of its unworthy members, and received the censure of the ungenerous and illiberal.

I have endeavoured to show that our Order was neither a political nor religious association, but a moral compact; and if such be its character, some charity should be extended towards us, at least by the disciples of that system which inculcates higher duties, and higher responsibilities than the mere acquirements of morality. From the political sophist who derides our forms, I would call upon for proof, of the absolute propriety of many of the usages which exist among all the civilized nations of the earth, and are considered requisite in their intercourse with each other. Our ancestors, when they established themselves in America, discarded many of the forms of the old world, but many still remain equally absurd and ridiculous. To the reflecting mind, any form may be justified which is promotive of a just and proper object.

Members of the Independent Order of Odd Fellows, to you I appeal for the truth of the position I have assumed that our Order is founded on the principles of benevolence that friendship is the bond of our union-and that the active cultivation of the generous feelings of the heart our object. Our creed is honourable; our designs praiseworthy; and the means for their accomplishment legitimate. On this occasion, it is proper for each one of us to take a retrospective view of our lives, and examine how we have performed our duties-how we have discharged our stewardship. Has there been no room for censure even from the liberal and the good? If we ask for pardon, we must evince contrition. We must be resolved that renewed exertions for the elevation, the

relief, and the consolation of man through this dreary path of life, shall make some atonement for our dereliction of duty. A wide uncultivated field is open before us; a new era has commenced in the history of man. The day of the cloistered student and abstract metaphysical speculation has passed away. Ours is an age of enterprise, of action. The reign of the dogmatist has ceased, the power of the mental tyrant has terminated, and mankind from the vast laboratory of experimental philosophy, has extracted the precepts of practical knowledge. The impetus given to mankind by the discovery of this continent, and the vigorous and original conceptions of our forefathers, of their civil and religious rights, is felt in the most distant quarters of the earth. The revolutionary doctrines which were first promulgated here, are extending everywhere.

The authority of the privileged few has been abridged-the feudal system has been abolished-baronial ascendancy has been overthrown-and in the course of revolutionary action, the multitude, organised and compact, have broken the chains by which they were bound. And disenthralled, regenerated, they stand forth in mighty power.

The whole system of the world is changed; the mass has become enlightened, and their united intelligence is brought to bear on every scheme for man's improvement. In this glorious march shall we be inactive? Will any one of us, conscious that his individual exertions form a component part of the great aggregate of moral power, neglect to do his duty? The numerous associations of the day, to enlighten, to reform, to elevate mankind, conforming to our principles require our aid and support. In our own Order much remains to be done. Its founders in this country have laboured vigorously, nobly. They have planted our standard in ten of the States of this confederacy. It remains for us to perform our part. Influenced by the laudable principles of the Order, let us be active; let the bond by which we are united, remain untarnished : let our covenant be renewed, and in the might of our motto-"Friendship, Love, and Truth," we will go on from "conquering to conquer," until our Order shall embrace within its bosom the whole extent of our beloved country; and as its principles become known and appreciated, temples of benevolence will arise in every village, schools for the education of the orphan will be founded; and when our course here is terminated, and we are summoned from this earthly Lodge, to that Grand Lodge, whose Master is the Great Jehovah, our graves will be moistened by the tears of the widow, whose bereaved heart we have consoled; and our names will be held in grateful remembrance by the orphan whose mind we have enlightened.

HYMN TO ADVERSITY.

"Elle a la douceur dans sa conversation, de la modeste dans sa contenance."

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Those who are tenacious on the score of their faults, shew that they have no virtue to bring as a set-off against them.

HAZLITT.

VOL. 4-No. 1—B.

IRELAND.

The original inhabitants of this country are supposed to have been of the Celtic Stock, and it was divided among a number of petty sovereigns, which facilitated its reduction by Henry the Second, in 1172. In 1314 the Scots fomented a rebellion, and in 1315, Edward Bruce, their sovereign, having expelled the English, was proclaimed King of Ireland. In 1318, the Scots were driven out by the English; and in 1423, all the Irish then in England were ordered to leave it, and retire to their own country. The kings of England were called Lords of Ireland, till 1542, when Henry the Eighth took the title of King. In 1555, it was erected into a kingdom by a Bull of Pope Paul the Fourth. It was invaded by the Spaniards in 1582, and again in 1601. It was admitted to a free trade by the British Parliament in 1779; and in 1782, was released from subserviency to the English Privy Council. In 1829, the Irish Emancipation Bill was passed.

THE LAST MAN.

All worldly shapes shall melt in gloom,
The Sun himself must die,

Before this mortal shall assume

Its immortality!

I saw a vision in my sleep

That gave my spirit strength to sweep
Adown the gulph of time:

I saw the last of human mould
That shall creation's death behold,
As Adam saw her prime!

The Sun's eye had a sickly glare,
The Earth with age was wan,
The Skeletons of Nations were
Around that lonely Man!

Some had expired in fight-the brands
Still rusted in their bony hands;
In plague and famine some!
Earth's cities had no sound nor tread,
And ships were drifting with the dead
To shores where all was dumb!
Yet prophet-like that lone one stood
With dauntless words and high,

That shook the sere leaves from the wood

As if a storm passed by,―

Go, let Oblivion's curtain fall
Upon the Stage of Men,
Nor with thy rising beams recall
Life's Tragedy again.

Its piteous pageants bring not back,
Nor waken flesh upon the rack
Of pain anew to writhe;

Stretch'd in disease's shapes abhorr'd,
Or mown in battle by the sword,
Like grass beneath the scythe.
Ev'n I am weary in yon skies
To watch thy fading fire;
Test of all sunless agonies,
Behold me not expire.

My lips that speak thy dirge of death-
Their rounded gasp and gurgling breath,
To see Thou shalt not boast.

The Eclipse of Nature spreads my pall,
The Majesty of Darkness shall
Receive my parting Ghost!
This spirit shall return to Him
That gave its Heavenly spark ;
Yet think not, Sun, it shall be dim
When thou thyself art dark;

Saying, We are twins in Death proud Sun, No! it shall live again, and shine

Thy face is cold, thy race is run,

'Tis mercy bids thee go;

For thou ten thousand thousand years
Hast seen the tide of human tears,
That shall no longer flow.

What though beneath thee Man put forth
His pomp, his pride, his skill;

And arts, that made fire, flood, and earth,
The vassals of his will;-.

Yet mourn I not thy parted sway,

Thou dim discrowned King of Day,
For all those trophied arts

And triumphs that beneath thee sprang,
Healed not a passion or a pang
Entailed on human hearts.

In bliss unknown to beams of thine
By Him recalled to breath,
Who captive led captivity,-
Who robb'd the grave of victory,
And took the sting from Death!
Go, Sun, while Mercy holds me up
On Nature's awful waste,

To drink this last and bitter cup

Of grief that man shall taste;
Go, tell the Night that hides thy face,
Thou saw'st the last of Adam's race

On Earth's sepulchral clod;
The darkening Universe defy
To quench his Immortality,

Or shake his trust in God!

THE ODD FELLOW'S HOPE.

My father oft said, that if I happy would die,
I must do unto others as I'd be done by ;

To the precepts of virtue I stead'ly must cling,

Fear and worship my God-love and honour my King.
Having always been taught from my earliest youth,

To esteem those great virtues, Love, Friendship and Truth;
Says my father one night, when from Lodge I came back,
What's the duty incumbent on Odd Fellows, Jack?

I replied,-'tis the duty of every brother

To exercise charity one to another,

Then you approve of their maxims-Yes, father, I do,
And till I cease to exist, I will them pursue.
Yes, that excellent Order with my latest breath,
I am resolved to praise, and be faithful till death.
But what after death, Jack, when thy tenantless clay,
By the trumpet's awoke on the great judgment day?
I answered, that Faith, Truth, Friendship, and Love,
Would procure me a place in the Grand Lodge above.
It appears to me, Jack, that thy motives are pure,
May thy good resolution unbroken endure;

And since these are the virtues which Odd Fellows own,
May the hopes which they cherish be with certainty sown.
Philanthropic Lodge, Market Drayton.

JOHN UNDERWOOD.

A SPORTING ADVENTURE IN INDIA.

(Extract of a letter from Lieutenant Clarke, of the 26th Native Infantry, Bombay.)

In June, 1833, I set out for Cutch, to join my regiment, then lying at Deesa. On the night of the 22nd, my tent was pitched about twenty miles from a village called Ghousnard, on the banks of the river Burnasse. I travelled with a double set of servants, camels, &c., and by keeping one set constantly in advance, I had nothing to do but to ride from tent to tent, everything being prepared for my reception.

Devotedly fond of field sports, I had pursued them with the utmost avidity since my first arrival in India. I had enjoyed peculiar facilities for so doing, from having been almost constantly on detachment. The country I was now travelling through abounded in game, particularly hog and black buck, and I anticipated, with the delight a sportsman alone can feel, the havock I should make amongst them. Early in the morning of the 23rd, I traversed the distance from where I had slept to my tent near Ghousnard, on a Hirkara camel, and having partaken of a capital breakfast, I eagerly interrogated my shirkaree, as to what prospect of sport: he told me "there was plenty of hog." I gave him immediate directions to get out the horses, and was soon mounted on a favourite Arab, that had been at the death of as many hogs as any horse in India; my chabuck sewar riding my second horse with a spare spear, a syce leading a third, and another with my rifle; these, with fourteen coolies or beaters, completed the party. It was an undulating country, and interspersed over it were numerous small covers of tamarish, &c.; at this time of the year there were no signs of cultivation.

We had beat a considerable quantity of ground without success, moving only a few pigs, that were too small to ride after; and my patience and good humour were rapidly evaporating, when my shirkaree pointed out the prey, or track of a large boar; it appeared quite fresh, and I determined to follow it. We proceeded for above a mile, every moment in the hope of rousing him, when turning the angle of a small cover, we suddenly came upon a dead bullock, about twenty yards to the right of it was another, and not a hundred in advance, was the hog we were pugging. The coolies collected around it, and I heard them repeating the words " lions! lions !"

Enraged at being baffled of my expected sport, and my blood up, I dismounted, and my shirkaree showed me the lion's track. We could make out distinctly_that there were six and as it is their habit to return at night, and devour their prey, I made no doubt that they were still in the immediate neighbourhood; I seized my rifle, and after considerable remonstrance, and with some difficulty, I persuaded my coolies to follow them up, and taking the lead, we tracked them into a tamarish nullah, or ravine, running at right angles, and into the bed of the river.

The tamarish resembles the cypress, and is about the height of a man's head, forming a very thick cover, extending over four or five acres ; after a short pause we entered, not knowing but that the next step might throw us into the lions' jaws. We, however, beat through without any adventure, and then we discovered they had stolen away, five taking down the bed of the river, the other, which by the track appeared a very large one, had doubled back into cover, broke higher, and made up the bed of the Burnasse. This last I determined upon following; we soon tracked it into a small jungle, on the edge of the river. I had just entered, when I heard a shout, and running round a bush that intercepted my view, I saw an enormous lioness making off with tremendous bounds; I fired and missed her. I shouted to my sewar to keep her in sight; he put his horse to speed, and in a short time he returned, and told me she had taken refuge in a large vellew break; he guided me to the spot, and I got within thirty yards,—she was crouched, glaring on us as we approached. I raised my rifle and fired, she uttered a tremendous roar and rushed out; I had wounded her in the shoulder, for as she crossed the bed of the river, she went on three legs. My sewar again followed, but she turned on and pursued him, roaring terribly; he, however, found no difficulty in getting away, and she retreated, and took her stand under a single tree, much resembling our thorn, but larger, and called here a bauble-tree.

There she stood in full view, appearing almost as large as a bullock, with her tongue out, lashing her sides with her tail, and roaring most appallingly. I now sent back all my followers, and cocking my rifle, steadily approached till within thirty yards, when I gave her my fire; I struck her I believe in the belly. When she received my shot, she lowered her head, and rushed towards me as if mortally wounded; but suddenly, when within ten paces, turned off, and again made down the bed of the river for a short distance, then crossed to the opposite bank, and entered a large jungle. The natives crowded round me, and assured me she had received her death-blow. I was greatly elated, thought her a cowardly skulking beast, and imagined I had nothing to do but to take possession of my prize; I quickly reloaded, and though the sun was at its meridian, and the heat intense, I still pursued on foot. We now entered the jungle into which we had marked her; it was so thick I could hardly see a yard before me. I walked for some time without success; at length, one of the coolies exclaimed "Sahib ! Sahib hush, hush, do you not hear anything?" There was a dead silence for a moment, and then I distinctly heard the panting of some huge beast near me; I looked earnestly in the direction, but still I could not see anything. By this time all the coolies had decamped, leaving me alone with my shirkaree. "There, Sahib! there in that bush." I now caught sight of her sitting up like a dog, with her tongue out, and glaring on us; I raised my rifle, but my hand shook so from the excitement and extreme heat and exertion, that I felt certain I should miss. I lowered it, and turning to my shirkaree, told him he must shoot her; he was a capital shooter, I have seen him break a bottle at a hundred yards with aball. "No, no, Sahib, me not shoot, me afraid me not hit him." I threatened to shoot him if he hesitated, putting the rifle into his hands, and in order to give him confidence, I advanced a little forward to his left. He fired and missed, threw down the rifle and fled. The moment the enraged beast heard the report, she rushed out; for a second I paused, then turned and ran lor life. It was a heavy sand, and I had on spurs and gaiters, I could not have ran far before I heard her roaring tremendously, close behind.

I cast a look back, she was within a few yards. I attempted to dodge; my courage died away-my legs failed me. She sprang and dashed me to the earth. The first blow must have been certain death, but her leg being broken, she could not strike. She seized me by the lower part of the back, shaking me as a cat would a mouse, lacerating me and tearing me dreadfully; then threw me to the ground on my face. She now caught me by the left arm, mumbling and biting it; the agony was so intense,

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