Eminent Masons At Home.

Under the stately elms that dot and shade the paddock from the rays of a scorching sun , gallant men and lovely women lounge the afternoon away . His Grace of Beaufort confers with his trainer as to the starting of Cool in the afternoon , and determines that the horse shall not run . Mr . Blundell Maple ,

somewhat disappointed over the defeat of Scotia in the Twickenham Selling Plate , boldly purchases Rosine , the victor , for 520 gs ., whilst Mr . Thomas Thome , fresh from the enjoyment of a " Margate Scotch , ' the brewing of which is known only to himself , criticises in a dramatic manner the beautiful animals that are calmly exercising around .

" Dagonet" is also here , from Cromer , his favourite Norfolk resort , where he is writing a new play ; Lionel Brough , with all his Past-Master ' s honours thick upon him ; and the veteran Toole . If time will permit of it , you must not miss a walk down the centre of the course

to the starting - post . The frequenters of racemeetings are too fully engrossed with their money - making proclivities to indulge in this

charming ramble ; but , even if the crowds of eager faces do not interest you , a chat with Lord Marcus Beresford

is of too much moment 10 be lost . You will find him—attended by " George , " who has seen and weathered fifty years

of service on the turffar from the madding crowd , listlesslyreclining

against that grand old oak , which stands at the very extremity of the course . To get seventeen or eighteen horses into line is no easy task ,

as his Lordship will tell you ; and time after time they are sent back , as the loud and firm voice of the starter calls one

particular jockey to account for wilfully disobeying his orders . When , however , the favourable moment conies , before the slightest chance for

disorder occurs , the word of command is given , and the thoroughbreds arc off like the wind . For a few seconds Lord Marcus watches the receding animals , then flinging his little flag to his attendant , he strolls back to the weighing-room , where , until the next batch of horses claims his attention , the official

starter of the Jockey Club has no connection with the outside world . Cool breezes temper the glorious sunshine as you canter back to the paddock on an impatient mount a friendly sportsman has provided for you . You are in time to see the lowering of the Royal

Standard , denoting the departure of the Prince of Wales to meet the Shah at the Crystal Palace . His Royal Highness has paid but a flying visit to see his horse Gallifet run in the Maiden Plate , and to watch the result of the principal race of the day . There are more people than ever on the lawns , more daring sunshades , prettier

MR . GEORGE EVERETT .

women , and more audacious men ; but you find your host anxiously watching your coming , to offer you the cup of tea without which he knows your enjoyment would not be complete . Seated amid the roses in the private gardens at the back of the enclosures , where no sound reaches you but the ceaseless chatter of the birds in the

neighbouring shrubberies , you have greater leisure to note what manner of man George Everett is , and to learn more than you already know of his Masonic career . He was initiated into Freemasonry in the Westbourne Lodge ( 733 ) on August 19 , 18 5 S , and has spent the last thirty years of his

life in a successful endeavour to master its teachings and to practise them . There arc but a very few men who have any idea of the depth to which Freemasonry has penetrated his life , and , perhaps , there is no other man living who has , ignoring quite the mere

question of official position , so thoroughly understood what is required of a member of the Craft as George

Everett . He sees in it nothing that should interfere with the routine

of domestic life ; nothing that can excuse the neglect of a man's daily avocation ; nothing that can impose upon the

busy man obligations antagonistic to his personal welfare . To him Masonry is a refining property to all things

human , a stepping-stone whereby the current of worldly influences , may be overcome with more

credit and personal satisfaction than ever his religion would solelv accomplish . It has never been said of George

Everett that he has ever imposed upon his craftr , •nianshi f , and that alone is a sufficient title to eminence in the Craft . Soon after his initiation

he joined the Domatic Lodge ( 177 ) , eventually being elected its Worshipful Master ; ten years ago the office of Treasurer was accepted by him , the duties of which

he has continued to fulfil ever since ; but as far back as 1 SS 3 the Members of the Lodge presented him with a silver breakfast-service as an earnest of their appreciation of his worth . He is a Founder . Past-Master , and the present Treasurer of the Kennington Lodge ( 13 S 1 ); a Founder and Past-Master of the Kilburn Lodge ( 1608 ) , in which he held the Treasurership for the first seven years of its

existence , during which period , mainly through his efforts and careful administration of its funds , the Lodge contributed no less than ^ " 1 , 040 to the charitable institutions of the Craft ; a Founder ; first W . Master and Treasurer of the Chiswick Lodge ( 2012 ) . This Lodge also—of which Lord George Hamilton , First

Lord of the Admiralty and Senior Grand Warden of England , is the present Worshipful Master—has sent up considerably over /" i , ooo to the charities in six years . He is also a P . Z . of the