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Article THE SAILOR FREEMASON. ← Page 3 of 5 →
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The Sailor Freemason.
On entering the Lodge , to my great surprise 1 found one of my superior oflicers there before me . Till that moment I was not aware of his being a Brother ; for on board ship he was rather austere and repulsive in his manner to all beneath him in command , —a deportment which I believe many of our commanders assumefrom a notion that it is best calculated
, to secure obedience and respect . On this occasion our eyes met , and we were now for the first time on an equality ; ancl I shall never forget the hearty manner in which he saluted me , —not in the voice which thundered terrors to the crew , but in the bland tones of a Brother . Thou heavendescended beam of lihtbeautyand perfection !—how often
g , , has the endearing epithet of Brother reconciled the most conflicting interests , and united the firinest friends ! While I remained in his Majesty ' s service , and it was not long , I experienced many acts of kindness and civility from my gallant superior , who often conversed with me on Masonic topics . Obliged to return home in bad healthI was only in
, part enabled to resume my Masonic friendships ; but during that period I enjoyed much tranquillity , when with book in hand I visited the classic caves of Gorten and Hawthornden , or scanned the rich entablature on Roslin ' s ruined college , or sought the mouldering castle of the lordly St .
Clair" Lifting o er blooming groves its head , In the wan beauty of the dead ;" ancl gazing from the loopholed retreat on the varied tints of a sylvan paradise" A lovely scene , but sadly sweet , Like smiles and tears on beauty's face :
Far may we wander ere we meet So dear a dwelling place , That formed by hand of nature seems For lovers' sighs and poets' dreams ! "
Amidst scenes like these I found quiet and repose ; and ere summer clothed the hawthorn-tree with bloom , my spirits with my health began to rally ; but I yearned for my favorite element ; and as I did not wish to be burdensome to my dear friends , I left them once more , contrary to all parental and fraternal entreatiesand joined the merchant service
, , thinking that a foreign voyage might perhaps recruit my health . My leave-taking of my brother was most solemn and affecting : he entreated me to return back with him , but I would not . He shook his head mournfully , and murmured
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
The Sailor Freemason.
On entering the Lodge , to my great surprise 1 found one of my superior oflicers there before me . Till that moment I was not aware of his being a Brother ; for on board ship he was rather austere and repulsive in his manner to all beneath him in command , —a deportment which I believe many of our commanders assumefrom a notion that it is best calculated
, to secure obedience and respect . On this occasion our eyes met , and we were now for the first time on an equality ; ancl I shall never forget the hearty manner in which he saluted me , —not in the voice which thundered terrors to the crew , but in the bland tones of a Brother . Thou heavendescended beam of lihtbeautyand perfection !—how often
g , , has the endearing epithet of Brother reconciled the most conflicting interests , and united the firinest friends ! While I remained in his Majesty ' s service , and it was not long , I experienced many acts of kindness and civility from my gallant superior , who often conversed with me on Masonic topics . Obliged to return home in bad healthI was only in
, part enabled to resume my Masonic friendships ; but during that period I enjoyed much tranquillity , when with book in hand I visited the classic caves of Gorten and Hawthornden , or scanned the rich entablature on Roslin ' s ruined college , or sought the mouldering castle of the lordly St .
Clair" Lifting o er blooming groves its head , In the wan beauty of the dead ;" ancl gazing from the loopholed retreat on the varied tints of a sylvan paradise" A lovely scene , but sadly sweet , Like smiles and tears on beauty's face :
Far may we wander ere we meet So dear a dwelling place , That formed by hand of nature seems For lovers' sighs and poets' dreams ! "
Amidst scenes like these I found quiet and repose ; and ere summer clothed the hawthorn-tree with bloom , my spirits with my health began to rally ; but I yearned for my favorite element ; and as I did not wish to be burdensome to my dear friends , I left them once more , contrary to all parental and fraternal entreatiesand joined the merchant service
, , thinking that a foreign voyage might perhaps recruit my health . My leave-taking of my brother was most solemn and affecting : he entreated me to return back with him , but I would not . He shook his head mournfully , and murmured