The Freemasons And Architecture In England.

but what are our brethren in London , and in the North of England ( where they are so rich and numerous ) doing 1 Nothing , absolutely nothing . The Dean ancl Chapter of St . Paul ' s are asking for money to complete that noble

edifice , built by our Grand Master—yet no brother dares to stand up in Grand Lodge and propose that . £ 500 be granted to assist so Masonic an object—the like sum was granted and generously granted for the Indian Famine Relief Fund—but not one

penny can be spared for St . Paul ' s Cathedral , the glory of London . Masonry has prospered , greatly prospered under the beneficent reign of Lord Zetland , who sat in the chair of Solomon

for a quarter of a century—and of his successor the Marquis of Ripon , Avhose secession we must all lament , for he was an admirable Grand Master . Yet no one seems to think that a Grand Memorial Window in the Great Minster at York Avould be a fitting tribute to the

glory of the Groat Architect of the Universe , and to the memory of the venerated Grand Master AVIIO ruled so long , so Avisely and so Avell . What is the Lodge of Antiquity doing i \_ London , and Avhat are our wealthy brethren doing in the North 1 * Again I ask the question , and like Brutus , I pause for a reply .

Good Night.

GOOD NIGHT .

( To be sung at closing of Lodge . ) Good-nig ht ) the spirits of the blest and good , From Masons Avails go with you and abide In hours of SOITOAV , hours of solitude ;

Or , Avhen the hosts of melanchol y brood And cloud your mind , may angel-spirits glide From the White Throne , and give you great delight , — Dear Friends , Good Ni ght 1

Good-night ! good night ! and joy be with you all ! May sickness never blight , nor poverty ; May slanderous breath your spirits ne ' er appal ;

Good Night.

May no untoward accident befall—But all things prosperous and happy be ; May morning ' s sun rise on you fresh and ¦ bright , —• Dear Friends , Good Night J

Good-night ! and when , the shadoAvs of the grave Close in around you ; Avlien the labouring breath DraAvs heavily ; and unto Him Avhogave ,

You yield the spirit ; be lie strong to save , Who is our Guide and Master unto death ! Then may dear friends and heavenly hopes unite

To say Good-night , Canadian Masonic ]\ T evjs .

Was It A Warning?

WAS IT A WARNING ?

BY HOSS BHOWNELL . It happened a matter of fifteen years ago , in 185— . I was an engineer on the V . C . railroad , ancl running the " Amoskeag , " on tbe night line from N . to St . A .

It was a good ten hours' ti'ip , leaving N . at seven p . m ., and getting into St . A . at five a . m . or just about daybreak . Brooks Vane ivas fireman . A young fellow , only about two years married to as sweet a little woman as you'll very often see . They had

one child—a baby , three months old . Mrs . Vane had been delicate and feeble ever since its birth , and just at this time Avas

confined to her bed , Avith a sort of SIOAV fever . Brooks , as Avas natural , fretted a good deal about her , ancl laid off a day or tAvo as often as he could find a substitute . The 25 th clay of September—I can never forget that date—betAveen three ancl four o ' clock in the morning , Ave were

running on a doAvn grade about forty miles from St . A ., Avhen I noticed , some fifty rod in front of ns , ivhat looked like a lire , built exactly on tho tract , straight ahead . Brooks saw it as plainly as I did . We Avere not running at full speed , so to reverse the engine and stop the train was