The Holy Land.

THE HOLY LAND .

SIIAAI-Air SHALOM JEKOUSIIALAYIM . From Jordan's sacred waters , From Pisgah's holy height , "Where Beth'Iems' sunny ( laughters

Sing in the moonlit night ; By still Gennesaret's rippling sea , Or Avhore Sinai ' s hill tops stand ; What solemn thoughts belong to thee—Thou dear and Holy Land !

"We follow in the wondrous track-, Through the wilderness of Zin ; Our memory takes us ages back Where Thy , people now begin That weary wandering to and fro , Amid sad doubts and fears . In contests with some stubborn foe , For those long forty years .

We are standing by Maepelali ' s Cave , Where all is mystery still ; Or Are look on Joppa's blue sea wave , Or Ave muse on Carmel ' s hill ; But Avhere'er Ave turn our willing feet , Or pause in wondering mood , We still witli loving heart can greet , Some sacred mount or wood .

We are gazing from Capernaum , Upon that level lake , Or we listen to the distant hum As the Arab ' s their tents forsake ; Or Nazareth Ave seek in love Ancl spellbound glaupe around , Tho' - novj , alas ! below , abOA'e , Sad ruins strew the ground .

Or in thy nanw streets at last—Jerusalem—Ave stroll , When solemn thoughts are o'er us east , That move our inmost soul ; We bow the head Avith holy awe As AYC mind us of the scene ; Which others in far ages saw , Those " holy Hills " between .

And still to Craftsmen , one and all , From many a distant shore , Thy hidden stones and wondrous work , Hence a witness evermore , Of a building great and sacred , Of royal Solomon ' s fame , Of a true and mystic Brotherhood , Of Hiram ' s faithful name .

Jerusalem , Jerusalem , How much the longing heart , Loves still to cling to thy fair name , How dear in truth thou art , To many a differing earthly Creed , •And shall be till time shall cease ; Witness of many a thrilling deed ,

Yet city of " dear Peace . " And if to us it is not now Given thy soil to see , Nor OA'en with a pilgrim toil To bend the faithful knee ; Where still within thy ruined walls Some songs of praise arise , And Avhprc the echo solemn falls Of human prayers and sighs ;

Still we can often fondly dream Of thy fiu- and pleasant hills , The freshness of dark Jordan's stream , Of mountain tops and rills ; Of Lebanon ' s cedars firm and tall , Of Lake , and Town , and Tomb ,

Of crumbling well , and ruined wall . Of sacred House and Koom , Yea , even now , across the Sea , Amid our . Northern dime , True IOA'O can often think of thee , Of thy scenes and deeds sublime ;

And earnest faith still turns in trust , To that great and goodly band , Who consecrate the sacred dust Of thy deai- and Holy Land .

MASONRY AND THE SEPOYS . —When ( ho Sepoy rebellion broke out in India , the j Rev . William Butler was stationed as a missionary at Barcilly , which place he left a feAV clays before the massacre of tho English in the toAA'n ocenred .

Subsequently he AA'i'ote a book entitled "The Land of the Teda , being Personal Reminiscences of India , " Avhich Avas published in 1 S 72 in New York . In this work ( p . 247 ) AA'e find the folloAving interestingpassage : — "Everything English in Bareill

y —people , houses , furniture—Avas ruthlessl y destroyed , all save the house AA'hicli the English officers had used as a Freemasons ' Lodge . The poor superstitious Sepoys understood that there AA'as something mysterious transacted thereand it might not

, be safe or lucky to interfere Avith . it in any AA'ay . So there it stood hi its integrity Avhen Ave returned to Bareilly , . alone and . unharmed amid tho ruins of the English stations . "—Freemasons' Monthly Magazine .