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A Mathematical Query.
4 th the Building in parts packed into the square of a Cube . The 5 th and Gth the two Courts ditto , and the 7 th the Fragments ditto , in the square of a Cube . Your obedient Servant , It . TYTLER , M . D . Midnupore , 1 st November , 1835 .
[ We have sincere pleasure to observe , by a Calcutta paper received lately , that our esteemed Brother , Dr . Tytler , has safely reached India , and that his gifted mind has already resumed its natural activity . We re-publish his letter to the Editor of the Calcutta Courier , and shall he proud to announce from some of our Correspondents a solution to the Doctor ' s problem . We also take opportunity to remind om- Brother Tytler of his promise to forward matters of immediate JIasonic interest . —ED . ]
The Freemason's Grave.
THE FREEMASON'S GRAVE .
BY BROTHER GEORGE BENNETT , T . R . C . G . I STOOD beside a new-made grave one dark December day , The clouds were weeping heavily , the sun withdrew his ray ; The birds were silent in the eaves , the zephyrs ceased to play , And Sorrow seem'd to hold supreme her solitary sway . I stood beside that new-made grave and thought of years gone by
, And thought how oft , in boyhood ' s time , we wander'd cheeifully , ( The dead and I ) on winter ' s ice , ' neath summer ' s golden sky , And as I thought thus painfully , the tear stood in mine eye . I called to mind the kindly heart , so cold and senseless there , Once stored with fondest sympathies , like jewels rich and rare ; I called to mind the voice of glee , the bosom free from care ,
The eyes that sparkled at the board and gladdened everywhere . And then I thought how awful ' t was , a good man in his bloom Should meet with an untimel y death , and moulder in the tomb . " Was it for this thy mother sent thee screaming from the womb ?"I check'd the impious thought , and cried— "'Tis the Creator ' s doom . " Brother , farewell ' - ! that name to gain , I join'd with thee and thine , In that fraternal fellowship by virtue made divine ; And if in other realms we meet where kindred spirits shine , I hope to feel thy friendly grip , as thou shalt surely mine .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
A Mathematical Query.
4 th the Building in parts packed into the square of a Cube . The 5 th and Gth the two Courts ditto , and the 7 th the Fragments ditto , in the square of a Cube . Your obedient Servant , It . TYTLER , M . D . Midnupore , 1 st November , 1835 .
[ We have sincere pleasure to observe , by a Calcutta paper received lately , that our esteemed Brother , Dr . Tytler , has safely reached India , and that his gifted mind has already resumed its natural activity . We re-publish his letter to the Editor of the Calcutta Courier , and shall he proud to announce from some of our Correspondents a solution to the Doctor ' s problem . We also take opportunity to remind om- Brother Tytler of his promise to forward matters of immediate JIasonic interest . —ED . ]
The Freemason's Grave.
THE FREEMASON'S GRAVE .
BY BROTHER GEORGE BENNETT , T . R . C . G . I STOOD beside a new-made grave one dark December day , The clouds were weeping heavily , the sun withdrew his ray ; The birds were silent in the eaves , the zephyrs ceased to play , And Sorrow seem'd to hold supreme her solitary sway . I stood beside that new-made grave and thought of years gone by
, And thought how oft , in boyhood ' s time , we wander'd cheeifully , ( The dead and I ) on winter ' s ice , ' neath summer ' s golden sky , And as I thought thus painfully , the tear stood in mine eye . I called to mind the kindly heart , so cold and senseless there , Once stored with fondest sympathies , like jewels rich and rare ; I called to mind the voice of glee , the bosom free from care ,
The eyes that sparkled at the board and gladdened everywhere . And then I thought how awful ' t was , a good man in his bloom Should meet with an untimel y death , and moulder in the tomb . " Was it for this thy mother sent thee screaming from the womb ?"I check'd the impious thought , and cried— "'Tis the Creator ' s doom . " Brother , farewell ' - ! that name to gain , I join'd with thee and thine , In that fraternal fellowship by virtue made divine ; And if in other realms we meet where kindred spirits shine , I hope to feel thy friendly grip , as thou shalt surely mine .