Rudolstadt, Schwarzburg Rudolstadt, Gunther (a) .

1785

Saarrbrucken, Rhine, Prussia, Strength and Beauty

1840

Saarlouis, Rhine, Prussia, United Friends

1816

Salzwedel, Prov Saxony, Prussia, John for the Welfare of Mankind (a) 1801

Sangerhausen, Prov. Saxony, Brotherly Faithfulness

1823

Schlawe, Prussian Pomerania, Union of the East Sea (a)

Schwedt, (see Konisberg)

Solingen, Rhine, Prussia, Prince of Prussia

Schmiedeberg, Prussian Silesia, Three Rocks

Schneeberg, Saxony, Archimedes of the Saxon Union
Schneidemuhl, Prussian Posen, Borussia

Schweidnitz, Prussian Silesia, Hercules

Schwelm, Prussian Westphalia, Lion of Westphalia

Schwerin, Mecklenburg Schwerin, Harpocrates Morning Rays
Siegen, Prussian Westphalia, Three Iron Hills
Soest, Prussian Westphalia, Chain of Union

Sorau, Prussian Brandenburg, Three Roses in the Woods
Stade, Hanover, Great Christopher

Adolphus to Crowned Virtue (a)

Stargard, West Prussia, Urania (a)
Stargard, Prussian Pomerania, Julius to Union
Stendal, Prov. Saxony, Prussia, Golden Crown (a)
Stettin, Prussian Pomerania, Three Compasses

Stolp, Prussian Pomerania, Morning Rays of Higher Light
Stralsund, Prussian Pomerania, Gustaphus Adolphus
Stutgard, Wurtemburg, Three Cedars

William

Torgau, Prov. Saxony, Prussia, Frederick William («)

1776

1806

1820

1778

1770

True Concord

1788

1793

1809

1822

1808

1840

1820

. 1777

1812

1775

1775

1762

Three Golden Anchors to Love and Faith 1770

1816

1789

1840

1836

Treptow on the Rega, Prussian Pomerania, Union
Treves, Rhine, Prussia, Union of the Friends of Mankind
Varel, Oldenberg, William (a)

1775

1817

1809

Waren, Mecklenburg Schwerin, Frederick Francis to Truth
Warendorf, Prussian Westphalia, Gate of Protection (a)
Weimar, Saxon Weimar, Amelia

1834

1817

1764

Weissenfels, Prov. Saxony, Prussia, Three White Rocks

Worms, Hesse, Rhine, Reconstructed Temple of Brotherly Love
Wrietzen, Prussia, Concord

1810

Wurzen, Saxony, Frederick Auguste to the Faithful Union

1819

Zeitz, Prov. Saxony, Prussia, Elisabeth (a)

1827

Zerbst, Anhault, Dessau, Frederick to Constancy (a)

1783

Zielenzig, Prussia, Star of St. John

1833

Zittau, Saxony, Frederick Auguste to the Three Compasses (a)

1814

POETRY.

THE EXPRESS TO OGYGIA. ODYSS. V.

(IN ENGLISH TROCHAICS.)

THUS he spoke; and him the Herald, Argus-slayer, straight obey'd.
Bracing on the beauteous sandals, heav'nly, golden, that upstaid
Light in air his footsteps speeding with the spirit of the winds,
O'er the boundless earth and ocean, then took he the rod that binds
Mortal eyes in soothing slumbers, or at will loosens from sleep.
Bearing this in hand, strong flew the Argus-slayer, till the steep
Pieria gaining, down he darted through the ether on the waves.
Like the larus bird, that 'mid the vast and barren sea-gulphs laves
Frequent in the spray its pinions, hunting for its finny prey,
So o'er many a billow sweeping, Hermes hastened on his way.
But when he had nigh'd the islet, set afar amid the sea,
From the azure depth ascending onward by the beach went he,

Till he reach'd a mighty grotto. There the fair-tress'd nymph did dwell.
Her within he found; a huge fire blazed there, sending fragrant smell
Of split cedar and frankincense o'er the islet. She in song,
From within was sweetly warbling, while her web she run along,
Weaving with a golden shuttle. All around the grot had grown
Verdant groves of scented cyprus, poplar, alder. There had flown
Many wide-wing'd birds to roost-owls, hawks, and divers with long

tongue,

Dwellers by the deep, whose business is the ocean paths among.

Round the cavern'd rock a young vine, spreading, hung its clustering load,
While from four contiguous fountains, streams of limpid waters flow'd.
Now near, now apart meand'ring through soft meads of violets blue,
And
green parsley. Had a god alighting looked upon that view,
Even he would have admired, and felt his spirit pleasure-thrill'd.
There the Herald, Argus-slayer, pausing, gazed with rapture fill'd.

TOXOTES.

THE THREE STARS.

(From the German of L. Cramolini.)

BY BRO. C. A. AUSTIN, OF LODGE 698.

Know'st thou the brightest Paradise of Souls,
An Eden, where the plants of heaven bloom,
A portion that the Master great bequeath'd
When came the dreadful hour of his doom?
Know'st thou it then?

"Tis Faith, 'tis Faith so bright,

That strengthens, elevates, and leads us
To Eternal Light.

Know'st thou that lofty feeling of the breast,

That self-denying doth for others plan,

That soothes a Brother's pain, a Brother's pleasure shares, Beholds with tears of joy the happiness of man?

Know'st thou it then?

'Tis love, 'tis sacred Love

That lights the gloom of night, and calls
The sunshine from above.

Know'st thou the Star that shines e'en in the grave,
Through Life's dark voyage a bright heavenly Guide,
That when Earth's happiness hath sunk to dust,
As Masons "yet a greater far" shall teach us to provide?
Know'st thou it then?

'Tis Hope dispels the gloom;
For her sweet flowers blossom

E'en around the lonely tomb.

The Masons' workshop then, adorn these three,
Bright Faith, and Love, and Hope, for ever kind;
Thus Brethren, hail I our Masonry-

Thus are the Future's portals open'd to the mind.
Receive Salvation! Know the Light divine,
And Heaven itself hereafter shall be thine.

LINES.

SUGGESTED ON THE BIRTHDAY OF MY ONLY CHILD, WHILST ON MY
VOYAGE TO AFRICA, SEPTEMBER 1, 1845.

Go, twine me a chaplet that's fresh and sweet,
Of spring-buds both young and wild;
"Tis a morn of joy, and fain would I greet
The birth of my only child !

O linger ye not, lest the fleeting hours

Bring a change which may spoil the votive flowers.

They must smiling come from the meadowy vale,
Where no step has sought to tread

On its velvet bosom, nor unkind gale

Hath rudely swept o'er their head;

Where no grazing herd nor ungenial showers
Have disturbed the hope of these votive flowers. .

In the fragrant hedge-rows they free must grow,
Unseen to the passer-by,

In swelling beauty, all eager to blow
In smiles of the vernal sky.

Such only are meet for affection's bowers,

And these are the sweetest for votive flowers.

Or haste to those haunts of our earlier days-
The embow'ring greenwood lane;

Or the stealthy copse, where the sun's fierce rays
Seek an envied place in vain ;

Those sacred spots of our happiest hours,
And for innocence pluck the votive flowers.

No meadows of green, my beautiful child,
No melodious lanes are here;

No fairy-copse-but an ocean wild,

And a waste of waters drear;

There's the foaming billow, the cloud which lowers
So oft with alarms, but no votive flowers!

Yet a father's anxious heart can yield,
And his thoughtful love supply,

What never yet grew in the richest field,
Nor bloomed in the warmest sky-

The tearful hope, and daily prayer,

That thou and thy mother may know no care.

And the kiss and tear I'll daily bestow
On thy picture next my breast,

And suppliant for thee and thy mother bow,
That both may by heaven be blest

With graces of soul, which yield sweeter powers,

To soothe and adorn, than all votive flowers.

THOMAS EYRE POOLE, A. M.,

Colonial and Garrison Chaplain,
Sierra Leone, Africa.

TO LADY CN,

ON HER FINAL DEPARTURE FROM NASSAU, N. P., BAHAMAS.

THE tributary tear may cease to flow,
Which glistens now in many a downcast eye;
But grateful memory will not soon forego,
Nor let thee in oblivion quickly die.

The fairest flower itself, which fills the air
With blooming fragrance, and provokes delight,
Must pass away; yet long will linger there
The charm upon the heart, when lost to sight!

Thy last adieu will soon be heard no more,
Borne far away with thee upon the wind!
Yet recollection oft will trace the shore,

And sadly call the parting scene to mind.

For, oh, too closely to each heart hath found
Thy cheering worth-too long endear'd this spot-
Too strongly by its genial influence bound
Our best affections, soon to be forgot!

Thine were the manners of the chasten'd mind,
Which rank adorn, without inflicting pain;
Thine was the learning of the heart-to find
By Christian deeds to teach, nor teach in vain!

Thy charity,* to Heaven's exemplar true,
And tender e'en the lowliest to offend;
No harsh degrees of caste, nor colour knew,
When suffering virtue pleaded for a friend.

Rear'd in religion's lap, it purely glow'd,

By no forbidding rule of envy bound;
In one unvaried stream of kindness flow'd,
And pour'd its healing balm on all around!

*

Oft will the blessing with thy name ascend
From many a palm-thatch'd cot of Afric's race;
Oft will the voice of humble sorrow blend

Its prayer for thee, before the Throne of Grace!

Farewell! the whispering breeze, the restless sail
Invite thee to thy dear-thy native land;
There may thy virtues, as they shine, prevail;
Respect, more true, they never can command.

This excellent lady, no less respected for her private virtues than public example, was a sincere friend and liberal supporter of the cause of Freemasonry during her residence in Nassau, which she invariably upheld by word and deed.