Master .-Man goeth forth to his work and to his labor until the evening of his day. The labor and work of our brother are flnished. As it hath pleased Almighty GOD to take the soul of our departed brother, may he find mercy in the great day when all men shall be judged according to the deeds done in the body. We should so regulate our lives by the line of rectitude and truth, that in the evening of our days we may be found worthy to be called from labor to refreshment, and duly prepared for a translation from the terrestrial to the celestial Lodge, to join the Fraternity of the spirits of just men made perfect. Sen. War .
All flesh is as grass, all the glory of man as the flower of grass.
The grass withered, and the flower thereof falleth away. The Solemn Notes Master -Brethren, the solemn notes that betoken the dissolution of this earthly tabernacle have again alarmed our outer door, and another spirit has been summoned to the land where our fathers have gone before us. Decrepitude and decay are written upon every living thing. We go on from design to design, add hope to hope, and lay out plans for the employment of many years, until we are suddenly alarmed at the approach of the messenger of Death, at a moment when we least expect him, and which we probably conclude to be the meridian of our existence. Fix your eyes on the last sad scene, and view life stripped of its ornaments, and exposed in its natural. meanness, and you must be persuaded of the utter emptiness of these delusions.