Transcription Notes:

This Internet file is not an exact copy of the book. Certain liberties have been taken. It is presented here as a collection of poetry, rather than as songs to be sung. Some of the conventions helpful for singing, such as breaking words into syllables and heavy use of apostrophes for elided 'e's and 'v's, were felt unnecessary and distracting, so many of the 'v's and practically all of the vowels that were apostrophized out have been replaced. While choruses are noted, repeating line have otherwise been left out. A very few spellings have been modernized, and typographic errors corrected.

This file has been copied from both the first (1818) and second (1819) editions of this book, which differed considerably. The first had 14 songs, the second had 4 more, used a different version of one of those from the first version, and had them in different order. The second edition order is used in this file, except that the first edition version of the Knight Templar's Ode is inserted as number 6a.

If a more precise rendition is required, photocopies of the book are available online: First Edition or Second Edition.

Page numbers ran from 345-356 (1st) or 330-342 (2nd), and were followed by 4 pages of Masonic Toasts, numbered 1-58.

The songbook portion of this book did not include any artwork nor music scores. There was no table of contents or index for the songbook, but indexes of first lines have been compiled at the end of this file.



THE NEW


FREEMASON'S MONITOR;


OR,

MASONIC GUIDE.


FOR THE
DIRECTION OF MEMBERS OF THAT

ANCIENT AND HONOURABLE FRATERNITY,

AS WELL AS
For the Information of those, who may be desirous of becoming acquainted with its Principles.


BY JAMES HARDIE, A.M.


Second Edition.
REVISED, ENLARGED, AND CORRECTED BY THE AUTHOR.


NEW-YORK:

PRINTED AND PUBLISHED BY GEORGE LONG,
No. 71, Pearl-Street.


1819.


Southern District of New-York, 38.

BE IT REMEMBERED, that on the eleventh day of December, in the forty-second year of the Independence of the United States of America, [1818] George Long, of the said district, hath deposited in this office the title of a Book, the right whereof he claims as proprietor, in the words following, to wit:

"The New Free-Mason's Monitor; or, Masonic Guide. For the direction of members of that ancient and honourable fraternity, as well as for the information of those, who may be desirous of beeoming acquainted with its principles. By James Hardie, A.M."

In conformity to the Act of the Congress of the United States, entitled "An act for the encouragement of learning by securing the copies of maps, charts and books to tbe authors and proprietors of such copies, during the times therein mentioned." And also to an act, entitled "An act, supplementary to an act, entitled an act for the encouragement of learning, by securing the copies of maps, charts, and books to the authors and proprietors of such copies, during the times therein mentioned, and extending the benefits thereof to the arts of designing, engraving, and etching historical and other prints."

JAMES DILL.
Clerk the Southern District of New-York.


PREFACE

Upon the subject of masonry, many books have been written; but most of those which I have perused, appear to me to be greatly deficient in the communication of that kind of knowledge, which is most important to be communicated. In this science or mystery, it is well known, that there are secrets, which will never be divulged to the world at large; but the history of masonry, its general regulations, the benevolent views, by which masons are actuated, the constitution and government of lodges, may be communicated with propriety; nor is there any obligation of secrecy with respect to our hymns, anthems and songs, which delight the ears of the fraternity at almost every meeting.

James Hardie.
New York, March 9, 1818.




MASONIC SONGS.




SONG I.
INSTALLATION ODE.

Tune, Rule Columbia.

When Earth's foundations first were laid,
By the Almighty Artist's hand,
'Twas then our perfect laws were made,
Established by his strict command.
Chorus

Hail, mysterious, hail, glorious Masonry;
Which makes us ever great and free.

As man throughout for shelter sought,
In vain from place to place did roam,
Until from Heaven he was taught
To plan, to build, to fix his home.

Hence, illustrious, rose our art:
And now in beauteous piles appear,
Which shall to endless time impart
How worthy and how great we are.

Love, truth, and friendship socially,
Join all our hearts and hands around.
Nor are we less famed for every tie
By which the human thought is bound,

Our actions still by virtue blest,
And to our precepts ever true,
The world admiring shall request,
To learn, and our bright paths pursue.

SONG II.
MARK MASTER'S ODE.

Sung in closing a Lodge of Mark Master Masons.

Mark Masters all appear,
Before the chief O'erseer,
In concert move;
Let him your work inspect
For the chief Architect;
If there is no defect,
He will approve.

Those who have pass'd the square,
For your rewards prepare,
Join heart and hand,
Each with his mark in view,
March with the just and true,
Wages to you are due,
At your command.

Hiram, the widow's son,
Sent unto Solomon,
Our great key-stone;
On it appears the name,
Which raises high the fame,
Of all to whom the same
Is truly known.

Now to the westward move,
Where full of strength and love,
Hiram doth stand;
But if imposters are
Mixed with the worthy there,
Caution them to beware
Of the right hand.

Now to the praise of those,
Who triumph o'er the foes,
Of Mason's art;
To the praise-worthy three,
Who founded this degree,
May all their virtues be
Deep in our hearts.

SONG III.
MOST EXCELLENT MASTER'S ODE.

To be sung at the conferring of that degree.

All hail! to the morning
That bids us rejoice;
The temple's completed,
Exalt high each voice;
The cape stone is finished,
Our labour is over;
The sound of the Gavel
Shall hail us no more.
To the power of Almighty, who ever has guided
The tribes of old Israel, exalting their fame;
To him who hath governed our hearts undivided,
Let's send forth our voices to praise his great name.


Companions assemble
On this joyful day,
The occasion is glorious,
The keystone to lay;
Fulfilled is the promise,
By the Ancient of Days,
To bring forth the cape stone,
With shouting and praise.
There's no more occasion for level or plumb line,
For trowel or gavel for compass or square;
Our works are completed, the ark's safely seated,
And we shall be greeted as workmen most rare.


Now those that are worthy,
Our toils who have shared,
And proved themselves faithful,
Shall meet their reward.
Their virtue and knowledge,
Industry and skill,
Have our approbation,
Have gained our good will.
We accept and receive them, most excellent masters,
Invested with honors, and power to preside,
Amongst worthy craftsmen wherever assembled,
The knowledge of masons to spread far and wide.


Almighty Jehovah,
Descend now and fill
This Lodge with thy glory,
Our hearts with good will:
Preside at our meetings,
Assist us to find
True pleasure in teaching
Good will to mankind.
Thy wisdom inspired the great institution,
Thy strength shall support it till nature expire;
And when the creation shall fall into ruin,
Its beauty shall rise through the midst of the fire.

SONG IV.
ROYAL ARCH ODE.

Almighty Sire! our heavenly king,
Before whose sacred name we bend,
Accept the praises which we sing,
And to our humble prayers attend!
Chorus

All hail great architect divine!
This universal frame is thine.

Thou who didst Persia's king command.
A Proclamation to extend;
That Israel's sons might quit their land,
Their holy temple to attend.

That sacred place where three in one,
Comprised thy comprehensive name;
And where the bright meridian sun,
Was seen thy glory to proclaim.

Thy watchful eye, a length of time,
The wonderous circle did attend:
The glory and the power be thine,
Which shall from age to age descend.

On thy Omnipotence we rest,
Secure of thy protection here;
And hope hereafter to be blest,
When we have left this world of care.

Grant us, great God, thy powerful aid
To guide us through this vale of tears;
For where thy goodness is displayed,
Peace soothes the mind and pleasure cheers.

Inspire us with thy grace divine,
Thy sacred law our guide shall be;
To every good our heart incline,
From every evil keep us free.

SONG V.
ROYAL MASTER'S ODE.

In history we're told how the lodges of old,
Arose in the east and shone forth like the sun;
But all must agree, that divine Masonry
Commenced when the glorious creation begun;
With glory divine, oh long mayest thou shine,
Thou choicest of blessings derived from above!
Chorus

Then charge bumpers high,
and with shouts rend the sky
To Masonry, Friendship and Brotherly love.

Judea's great king, whose vast praises we sing;
With wisdom contrived while the temple he planned;
The mysterious art then took place in each heart,
And Hiram and Solomon went hand in hand:
While each royal name was recorded in fame,
Their works earth and heaven did jointly approve;

Then Masons were true, and the craft daily grew;
They lived within compass, and worked by the square
In friendship they dwelt, no ambition they felt;
Their deeds were upright and their consciences clear:
On this noble plan Free-masons began;
To help one another they mutually strove;

These maxims pursue and your passions subdue.
And imitate those worthy masons of yore;
Fix a lodge in each breast, be fair Virtue your guest,
Let wisdom preside and let truth tile the door;
So shall we arise to an immortal prize,
In that blissful lodge which no time can remove;
Then charge bumpers high, and with shouts rend the sky
To Masonry, Friendship, and Brotherly love.

SONG VI.
KNIGHT TEMPLAR'S ODE.

[This is the version from the 2nd Edition.]

To the Knight Templar's awful dome,
Where glorious Knights in arms were drest.
Filled with surpise, I slowly came,
With solemn jewels on my breast.

A pilgrim to this house I came,
With sandal, scarf and scrip so white,
Through rugged paths my feet were led,
All this I bore to be a Knight.

With feeble arm I gently smote,
At the Knight Templar's mercy gate,
What I beheld when it was ope'd
Was splendid, elegant and great.

Twelve dazzling lights I quickly saw,
All chosen for the cross to fight;
In one of them I found a flaw,
And speedily put out that light.

In regimentals did I dress,
Trimed with colours black and blue,
A blazing star on the left breast,
Denotes a heart that's always true.

Let none the Templar's name deny,
As Peter did the past foraake,
Your conduct still preserve from blame,
And keep your heads free from the stake.

Unite your hearts and join your hands,
In every solemn tie of love,
United shall each Templar stand,
The virtue of his cause to prove.

Until the world is lost in fire,
By order of the Trinity,
The amazing world will admire
Our steadfast love and unity.

SONG VI - a.
THE KNIGHTS TEMPLARS' SONG.

[This is the version from the 1st Edition.]

At the bright Temple's awful dome,
Where Christian Knights in arms are drest:
To that most sacred place we come,
With Cross and Star upon the breast;
Pilgrims inspired with zealous flame,
Through rugged ways and dangers past;
Our sandals torn, our feet were lame,
But Faith and Hope o'ercame at last.

Remember, Knights, the noble cause,
Let Simon's fate prevent your fall;
Be firm and true, obey the laws.
Nor let the cock unheeded call,
Let none the sacred word profane,
Nor e'er, like Peter, Christ deny;
Your conduct still preserve from blame
Nor let the urn be placed on high.

Unite your hearts, unite each hand,
In friendship, harmony, and love;
Connected thus Knights Templars stand,
Our love and charity to prove,
Until that awful final day,
When fire shall melt this earthly ball,
Your courage and your faith display,
Attend to Freedom's sacred call.

True to our God, our Laws, and King
Devout, obedient, loyal, free.
The praise of our grand master sing,
The patron of our mystery.
In uniform each Knight is drest.
Distinguished all by black, red, blue,
The Cross and Star upon the breast,
Adorn the heart that's just and true.

SONG VII.
THE ENTERED 'PRENTICE'S SONG.

Come let us prepare,
We Brothers that are
Assembled on merry occasion;
Let's be happy and sing,
For life is a spring,
To a Free and an Accepted Mason.

The world is in pain,
Our secrets to gain,
And still let them wonder and gaze on;
They ne'er can divine
The word or the sign,
Of a Free and an Accepted Mason.

'Tis This and 'tis That,
They cannot tell What,
Why so many great men of the nation,
Should aprons put on,
To make themselves one
With a Free and an Accepted Mason.

Great kings, dukes, and lords,
Have laid by their swords,
Our mystery to put a good grace on;
And thought themselves famed,
To have themselves named
With a Free and an Accepted Mason.

Antiquity's pride
We have on our side,
And it maketh men just in their station:
There 's nought but what's good
To be understood
By a Free and an Accepted Mason.

We're true and sincere,
And just to the fair,
They'll trust us on any occasion;
No mortal can more
The ladies adore
Than a Free and an Accepted Mason.

Then join hand in hand,
By each Brother firm stand,
Let's be merry, and put a bright face on:
What mortal can boast
So noble a toast
As a Free and an Accepted Mason.

SONG VIII.
A MASON'S DAUGHTER

Tune, Young Damon once, the happy swain.

A Mason's daughter fair and young,
The pride of all the virgin throng,
Thus to her lover said:
Though, Damon, I your flame approve;
Your actions praise; your person love;
Yet still I'll live a maid.

None shall untie my virgin zone,
But one to whom the secret's known,
Of famed Free-masonry:
In which the great and good combine,
To raise with generous design,
Man to felicity.

The lodge excludes the fop and fool,
The plodding knave and party tool,
That liberty would sell.
The noble, faithful, and the brave,
No golden charms can ever deceive,
In slavery to dwell.

This said, he bowed, and went away;
Applied was made without delay;
Returned to her again.
The fair one granted his request;
Connubial joys their days have blest:
And may they ever remain.

SONG IX.

King Solomon, that wise projector,
In Masonry took great delight;
And Hiram, that great architector,
Whose actions shine ever bright;
From the heart of a true honest Mason,
There's none can the secret remove;
Our maxims are justice, morality,
Friendship, and brotherly love.
Chorus

Then who would not be a Free-mason,
So happy and jovial are we?
To kings, dukes, and lords, we are brothers,
And in every Lodge we are free.

We meet like true friends on the square,
And part on a level that's fair.
Alike we respect king and beggar.
Provided they're just and sincere.
We scorn an ungenerous action;
None can with Free-masons compare.
We love for to live within compass,
By rules that are honest and fair.

Success to all accepted Masons;
There's none can their honour pull down;
For ever since the glorious creation,
These brave men were held in renown;
When Adam was king of all nations,
He formed a plan with all speed,
And soon made a sweet habitation,
For him and his companion Eve.

We exclude all talkative fellows,
Who babble and prate past their wit;
They never shall come into our secret;
For they're neither worthy nor fit;
But those who are well recommended,
Whom we find honest and true;
When our Lodge is well tyled we'll prepare 'em;
Like Masons our work we'll pursue.

There's some foolish people reject us,
For which they are highly to blame.
They cannot show any objection,
Or reason for doing the same.
The art's a divine inspiration,
As all honest men will declare;
So here's to all true-hearted brothers,
That live within compass and square.

Like an arch well cemented together,
So firmly united we stand;
And lovingly drink to each other,
With plumb, line, and level in hand.
Till the world is consumed by fire,
And judgment is passed on us all,
There's none shall come into our secrets,
Nor we from Free-masonry fall.

SONG X.
MASONIC ALLEGORY

Tune, Anacreon in Heaven.
[now known as The Star-Spangled Banner.]

As Poverty once in a fit of despair,
Sat beating her bosom and tearing her hair,
Smiling Hope came to ask, what her countenance told,
That she lay there expiring with hunger and cold.
Come rise, said the sweet smiling cherub of joy,
The torments you suffer I'll quickly destroy.
Take me by the hand. All your griefs come dispel.
I'll lead you for succour to Charity's cell.

Old Poverty hobbled. Hope softened her pain.
But long did they search for the goddess in vain.
Towns, cities, and countries they traversed around;
For Charity's lately grown hard to be found.
At length at the door of a lodge they arrived,
Where their spirits exhausted the tyler revived.
Who when asked. as 'twas late, if the dame had gone home,
Said, "No. Charity always is last in the room."

The door being opened, in Poverty came;
Was cherished; relieved: and caressed by the dame;
Whilst each brother present, the votary to save,
Obeyed his own feelings, and cheerfully gave.
Then shame on the man who our science derides,
Where this soft beaming virtue forever presides;
In the spiritual maxim let's ever accord,
What we give to the poor, we but lend to the Lord.

SONG XI.
THE FAREWELL.

To the Brethren of St.James's Lodge, Tarbolton.

By Robert Burns.

Tune, Good night, an' joy be wi' you a'.

Adieu! a heart-warm fond adieu!
Dear brothers of the mystic tie!
Ye favour'd, ye enlighten'd few,
Companions of my social joy!
Tho' I to foreign lands must hie,
Pursuing fortune's slipp'ry ba',
With melting heart, and brimful eye,
I'll mind you still, tho' far awa'.

Oft have I met your social band,
And spent the cheerful festive night;
Oft honour'd with supreme command,
Presided o'er the sons of light;
And by that hieroglyphic bright,
Which none but craftsmen ever saw!
Strong mem'ry on my heart shall write,
Those happy scenes when far awa'!

May freedom, harmony, and love,
Unite you in the grand design,
Beneath th' omniscient eye above,
The glorious Arehitect divine!
That you may keep th' unerring line,
Still rising by the plummet's law,
Till order bright completely shine,
Shall be my pray'r when far awa'.

And you, farewell! whose merits claim,
Justly that highest badge to wear!
Heav'n bless your honour'd noble name,
To Masonry and Seotia dear!
A last request permit me here,
When yearly we assemble a'
One round, I ask it with a tear,
To him, the bard that's far awa'.

SONG XII.

Arise, and sound thy trumpet, Fame;
Freemasonry aloud proclaim,
To realms and worlds Unknown,
Tell them 'twas this great David's son,
The wise, the matchless Solomon.
Prized far above his throne.

The solemn temple's cloud-capped towers,
And stately domes are works of ours;
By us those piles were raised.
Then bid mankind with songs advance,
And through the ethereal vast expanse,
Let Masonry be praised.

We help the poor in time of need:
The naked clothe; the hungry feed;
'Tis our foundation stone.
We build upon the noblest plan,
While friendship rivets man to man
And makes us all as one.

Thy trumpet, Fame, yet louder blow,
And let the distant regions know,
Free-masonry is this;
Almighty wisdom gave it birth,
While wisdom fixed it here on earth,
A type of future bliss.

SONG XIII.

As long as Columbia her form shall uprear,
Will masons stand foremost in verse.
Whilst harmony, friendship, and joys are held dear,
Few bards shall our praises rehearse.
Chorus

Though lodges less favoured, less happy, decay,
Destroyed by old time as he runs;
Though Albions, Gregorians, and Bucks fade away,
Still masons shall live in their sons.

If envy attempt our success to impede,
United we'll trample her down.
If faction should threaten, we'll show we're agreed;
And discord shall own we are one.

While with ardour we glow, this our order to raise,
Promoting its welfare and peace;
Old masons return our endeavours to praise,
And new ones confirm the increase.

Go on, cry our parents; for time is your friend;
His flight shall increase your renown;
And Mirth shall your guest be: and Bacchus attend,
And joy all your meetings shall crown.

SONG XIV.

Come, are you prepared,
Your scaffolds well reared?
Bring mortar, and temper it purely;
'Tis all safe, I hope,
Well braced with each rope,
Your braces and putlocks securely.

Then next your bricks bring,
It is time to begin,
For the sun with its rays is adorning;
The day's fair and clear,
No rain you need fear,
'Tis a charming and lovely fine morning.

Pray where are your tools,
Your plumb line and rules,
Each man to his work let him stand, boys;
Work solid and sure,
Upright and secure;
And your building, be sure, will be strong, boys.

Pray make no mistake,
But true your joints brake,
And take care that you follow your leaders;
Work, rake, beck, and tueth,
And make the work smooth,
And be sure that you fill up your headers.

You'll find an extended discussion of the poem above here on the Masonic Poets Society site.


SONG XV.

Tune, On, on my dear Brethren.

The curious vulgar could never devise,
What social free-masons so rapturously prize,
No human conjecture, no study in schools;
Such fruitless attempts are the efforts of fools.

Sublime are our maxims, our plan from above,
As the creation antique, and cemented by love;
To promote all the virtues that adorn human life,
To subdue baser passions, and banish all strife.

Pursue, my dear brethren, embrace with great care
A system adapted our actions to square;
Whose origin clearly partakes of divine;
Observe how its precepts to virtue incline.

The secrets of nature king Solomon knew,
The names of all trees in the forest that grew;
Architecture his study, free-masons' sole guide,
Thus finished his temple, antiquity's pride.

True ancient free-masons our art did conceal,
Their hearts were sincere, and not prone to reveal;
Here's the widow's son's memory, that glorious sage,
Who skilfully handled plumb, level, and gage.

Toast next our grand master, of noble repute,
No brother presuming his laws to dispute;
No discord, no faction, our lodge shall divide,
Here truth, love, and friendship, must always abide.

Cease, cease, ye vain factions, your country's disgrace,
To ravage like traitors, our arts to deface;
Learn love to your country, our laws to defend,
And live like free-masons, your lives to amend.

SONG XVI.
A GLEE.

Lightly o'er the village green
Blue-eyed fairies sport unseen,
Round and round, in circles gay
Then at cock-crow flit away;
Thus 'tis said though mortal eye
Never their merry freaks could spy,
Elves for mortals lisp the prayer
Elves are guardians of the fair;
Thus, like elves, in mystic ring,
Merry Masons drink and sing.

Come then, brethren, lead along
Social rites, and mystic song!
Though nor Madam, Miss, or Bess,
Could our mysteries ever guess;
Nor could ever learned divine
Sacred Masonry define;
Round our order close we bind
Laws of love to all mankind.
Thus, like elves, in mystic ring,
Merry Masons drink and sing.

Health, then, to each honest man,
Friend to the Masonic plan;
Leaving parsons grave to blunder,
Leaving ladies fair to wonder,
Leaving Thomas still to lie,
Leaving Betty still to spy.
Round and round we push our glass
Round and round each toast his lass.
Thus, like elves, in mystic ring,
Merry Masons drink and sing.

SONG XVII.
A HYMN

Sung at the Consecration and Installation of a Lodge.

Unto Thee, great God, belong
Mystic rites and sacred song!
Lowly bending at thy shrine.
We hail thy majesty divine!
Glorious Architect above,
Source of Light, and Source of Love,
Here thy light and love prevail
Hail! Almighty Master, hail!

Whilst in yonder regions bright,
The Sun by Day, the Moon by Night,
And the Stars that gild the sky,
Blazon forth thy praise on high!
Join, O Earth, and as you roll
From East to West, from Pole to Pole,
Lift to Heaven your grateful lays,
Join the universal praise.

Warmed by thy benignant grace,
Sweet Friendship linked the human race;
Pity lodged within her breast,
Charity became her guest,
There the naked raiment found,
Sickness balsam for its wound,
Sorrow comfort, hunger bread,
Strangers there a welcome shed.

Still to us, O God, dispense
Thy divine benevolence!
Teach the tender tear to flow,
Melting at a Brother's woe!
Like Samaria's son, that we
Blest with boundless Charily,
To the admiring world may prove
They dwell in God who dwell in Love.

SONG XVIII.
A PARAPHRASE

ON THE
Latatus sum in his. PSALM cxxii.

Sung at the laying of the first stone of a Bridge.

On wings of harmony up-borne
Wide view the exulting sound;
Auspicious beamed the festal morn,
That called the nations round.

To Salem's favoured towers and plains
The bands fraternal move;
Her temples catch the solemn strains,
That swell to Peace and Love.

O'er Salem's plains new structures rise;
Her busy sons spread wide,
Heave mighty turrets to the skies,
O'er-arch the fluent tide.

Sweet science beams upon their toil,
Descending powers approve;
And sounding round the sculptured pile.
The strains are Peace and Love.

Now swells the choir in solemn tone,
And hovering angels join;
Religion looks delighted down,
When voteries press the shrine.

To Salem bliss and 'midst her towers,
May guards celestial move,
To join the grateful hymn that pours
Its strains to Peace and Love.

XIX.
MASONIC TOASTS

1. Our most Worshipful Grand Master. May he long continue to execute the duties of his highly important office with honour to himself, as well as to the lodges over which he so worthily presides.

2. All grand officers around the globe. May they square their lives by the strictest regard to the rules of morality, and regulate their conduct by the plumb line of equity, so that when any of them shall be consigned to the silent grave, it may be inscribed on his tomb "here lies a good man."

3. Health, happiness, and unanimity to all the fraternity of free and accepted masons, around the globe.

4. To all the members of the ancient and honourable craft. May they always be desirous of contributing to the relief of their distressed brethren, and never be destitute of the means.

5. May every mason entertain that ardent and generous good-will to his brother, which makes his brother's situation his own, and do to all as he would they should do to him.

6. To all ancient masons, wherever dispersed and oppressed. May they soon find friends able and willing to relieve them.

7. May every mason, who is desirous of assisting a distressed brother or his family, be always possessed of the means.

8. All regularly constituted lodges throughout the globe. May peace, harmony, and love predominate in all their meetings, and happiness be the portion of every member, in his individual capacity.

9. May the funds of all lodges be managed in such a manner, that the distressed widows and orphans of deceased members may never have the mortification of applying for that relief, of which they stand in need, but cannot obtain.

10. May we be more studious to correct our own faults, than to promulgate the errors of our brethren.

11. May no honest heart ever know distress.

12. May the fragrance of a good report, like a sprig of cassia, bloom over the head of every departed brother.

13. May the tongue of every free-mason be the faithful interpreter of his heart, so that he may never be under the necessity of abandoning candour, or hiding himself behind the mask of dissimulation.

14. May we strive to resemble our divine master, in promoting, as far as possible, the happiness of all mankind, and when we cannot succeed, may it be for want of ability, never for want of inclination.

15. May we enter apprentices to virtue; be fellow-crafts with charity; and always masters of our passions.

16. The heart that conceals, and the tongue which never reveals.

17. The immortal memory of the Widow's Son.

18. The good Samaritan. May masons, when they meet a fellow mortal in distress, be actuated by such motives as those which influenced this benevolent man, and endeavour, as far as possible, to contribute to his relief, whatever may be his political creed or religious tenets.

19. May we be guided to happiness by wisdom, supported in virtuous resolutions by strength, and may beauty adorn our beds.

20. Sincerity! May all who belong to our order, scrupulously adhere to this virtue, not only in their transactions with their brethren but with all mankind.

21. May all masons strictly adhere to truth, wisdom, virtue, and happiness will be the concomitants of such conduct.

22. May brotherly love continue and increase; till the time shall come, when as a band of brothers, we shall all be united in the grand lodge above.

23. Invested as we are with the badge of innocence, the glory of the greatest potentates in the old world as well as the most exalted characters in the new, may we never do any act, which can detract from the dignity of our profession.

24. May every mason be obedient to all lawful orders of his superiors, friendly to his equals, and condescending to his inferiors.

25. May every free-mason's heart have the freedom of chalk, the fervency of charcoal, the zeal of friendship; but not the hardness of marble, when a distressed brother makes his demand.

26. May universal benevolence be the plumb line of all our actions.

27. May every mason endeavour to attain a thorough knowledge of himself.

28. May the square form our conduct through life; the level and plumb line remind us of our condition, and teach us to walk perpendicularly and act uprightly.

29. May our wisdom be as conspicuous to our sisters, as the wisdom of our grand master Solomon was to the queen of Sheba.

30. May every free and accepted mason rise in the East, find refreshment in the South, and when he rests in the West, may he enjoy the same reward as was bestowed on our patron St. John, that of being the disciple, whom the saviour of mankind loved.

31. The American fair. May virtue, modesty, grace and love, endear them to the affections of their husbands.

32. Suecess to every mason, who stands plumb to bis principles, yet on a level with his brethren.

33. The President and constituted authorities of the United States. Though in the lodge, we can have nothing to do with political disputes we must all unite in wishing health and prosperity to the magistrates of our country.

34. May the breast of every free-mason be an ark for charity, from whence shall flow assistance to the widows and orphans of their deceased brethren.

35. May the rays of celestial light dart from the east, illuminate the west, and may perseverance remove the key-stone which covers truth.

36. May the Royal Arch cover every honest mason's heart, and overshadow all who act up to the true principles of the craft.

97. May the conduct of every mason be such through life, that his brethren may hear him, when he makes his demand, see and recognize him at a distance, and, by the strongest ties, feel him and know him in the dark.

Si May the Bible rule and guide us through life; the square square our actions, and the compass circumscribe the bounds, which we are to keep with all mankind, especially with a brother.

39. May masonry flourish till nature expire,

And its glories ne'er fade till the world is on fire.

4ft The Craft. Philanthrophy its foundation; may wisdom erect the pillars, strength support the arch, beauty finish the building, and may charity ever find a habitation there.

41. The immortal memory of our late most worshipful brother, general George Washington, "the father of his country, and the friend of man."

49. Our Sisters. May we ever regard them with the eye of affection, and may their virtues ever meet our kind and tender embraces, and may we ever deserve from them the character of affectionate brothers.

43. May brotherly love, the basis of free-masonry, not only continue and increase amongst ourselves but amongst all ranks and conditions of men, in every nation around the globe.

44. May secrecy, good-fellowship, morality, and an ardent desire to promote the happiness of each other be the polar star of every mason.

45. May masonry flourish and vice decay.

46. May the two great parallels be our guide to the grand lodge above.

47. May every mason, as far as may be consistent with prudence, contribute to the wants of his fellow mortals, particularly to those of his brethren; may he ever put the fairest construction on the conduct of his neighbours, and before he censures others "let him look at home."

48. May masonry continue to flourish till time shall be no more.

49. May it be deeply impressed on the heart of every mason, that there is no real felicity for man, except in reforming his errors and vices and entering upon a strict and constant course of virtue.

50. Religion! it is necessary to the young, comfortable to the old, serviceable to the poor, an ornament to the rich, an honour to the fortunate, and a support to the unfortunate. May every free-mason ever be actuated by its divine precepts.

51. May the heart of every mason he conformable to the divine will, and his actious void of offence towards his fellow mortals.

52. May we as masons be affectionate to our friends, faithful to our brethren, obedient to the laws, and just even to our enemies; and may it ever be a maxim of our creed, to fear death less than the least reproach of our conscience.

53. May every mason be enabled to conquer his passions, so that he may no longer be the slave of fear nor the fool of hope; no more be emaciated by envy, enflamed by anger, or depressed by grief; but walk on calmly through the pleasures or difficulties of life, as the sun pursues his course alike through the calm or the stormy sky.

54. The great masonic virtues, faith, hope and charity. May every one who belongs to the fraternity, ardently cherish them in his heart, and may they be productive of good fruits in his life and conversation.

55. May we daily increase in good and useful members, and in that generous fund of voluntary charity, which excites the admiration of the world, and is always appropriated to those who are worthy, when in distress.

56. May the whole brotherhood continue constant in good works, and adorn their profession, whilst arts and learning flourish amongst men, even to the end of the world.

57. The secret and silent.

58. All mankind.

INDEX OF FIRST LINES

In Song Number Order

1. When Earth's foundations first were laid,
2. Mark Masters all appear,
3. All hail! to the morning
4. Almighty Sire! our heavenly king,
5. In history we're told how the lodges of old,
6. To the Knight Templar's awful dome,
6a. At the bright Temple's awful dome,
7. Come let us prepare,
8. A Mason's daughter fair and young,
9. King Solomon, that wise projector,
10. As Poverty once in a fit of despair,
11. Adieu! a heart-warm fond adieu!
12. Arise, and sound thy trumpet, Fame;
13. As long as Columbia her form shall uprear,
14. Come, are you prepared,
15. The curious vulgar could never devise,
16. Lightly o'er the village green
17. Unto Thee, great God, belong
18. On wings of harmony up-borne

INDEX OF FIRST LINES

In Alphabetical Order

8. A Mason's daughter fair and young,
11. Adieu! a heart-warm fond adieu!
3. All hail! to the morning
4. Almighty Sire! our heavenly king,
12. Arise, and sound thy trumpet, Fame;
13. As long as Columbia her form shall uprear,
10. As Poverty once in a fit of despair,
6a. At the bright Temple's awful dome,
14. Come, are you prepared,
7. Come let us prepare,
5. In history we're told how the lodges of old,
9. King Solomon, that wise projector,
16. Lightly o'er the village green
2. Mark Masters all appear,
18. On wings of harmony up-borne
15. The curious vulgar could never devise,
6. To the Knight Templar's awful dome,
17. Unto Thee, great God, belong
1. When Earth's foundations first were laid,