Weekly Trinity journal., 1859-04-30

to the abodes of poverty their clanship is at the
bedsidcs and graves of fellow creatures who, but
for them, would find shallow interment by the
worlds cold charity.
In a country where so many thousands are
away from The tender minisratons of relatives,
fraternal societies perform their noblest works
Death to the young and hopeful, is everywhere
tcrrihle-even in the sanctuary of home where
soft pillows are smoothed by the tender hands of
affection, humanity in the MONDAY Of life shud
dcrs in the presence of the stOny-hearted sexton
Ariel /; but how dreadful art thou merciless min
lister OF mortality stretching thy heshless palms
over the lonesome dweller in the glen! Even to
vigorous manhood, sheltered in the arms of love
and fidelity, thou comest only rs the executive OF
heavens just decree but TO the homeless wan
dercr, abandoned 10 die in the hovel of unsuc-
cessful labor, thou comest like grim and wasted
wizard from the ghoul haunted regions of Wier !
Bnt to the poor, the world forsaken, kindred-lo-
wing, death. fearing, Friendship. Love and Truth
glide in among the hdeous spectres of deaths
opening empire, like gentle sisters with faces like
their mother and footballs like the snow. We'll
come to him who looks fearfully from the frost
ing windows of the soul blessed to him who
halts along the highway TO the grave to sit down
by the door where the bright light of home has
wrought its sign of hospitality on the walls of
night and say "my brother, this is thy house, but
! am very weary, poor and friendless, and here
will rest!, How like Heavens own messen-
gers of joy are they who carry fuel and bread
and consolation TO her whose sorrowful path is to
the new made grave and to her little ones, too
could strike their mother! Look up from thy
desolate hearth, Daughter of Rebccca! 1t is the
new dag after thy first great sorrow look up at
the departing stars and behold the bridal robes
of a hopeful morning cleaning in silver and
gold. All around thy abode are brethren their
arms are strong for defence, their counsels are
wise, their hearts are full of friendship, their
hands are heavy with gifts they draw around
thee sacred circle which want nor suffering
may profane, and The blcating lambs Of thy flock
are led silently and safely beside the still waters
upspringng from that fountain at which their fa
thcr drank. Peace 10 thy house, our sister. Say
to the children of our dead brother:
So ont, children from the mine and from the
Sing ont, children, ns the little ihrnshes do,
Pluck your handsiul of the meadow cowslips
pretty,
And laugh to see your fingers let them through !"
Brothers, You have clorous mission Let no
Il etr To- tlo Il
Of our house. In The business of life you may
stand apart, your political principles may differ,
yon may worship in separate sanctuaries, yon
may rival one another in the honorable strife for
worldly advancement but in the hottest of lfes
battle you may not forget that you are brethren.
In the beginning of strife let each say, "my bro.
ther, it is | - Leave the battle.axe and shield
without yonr lodge, for within you may bear no
armor Int the panoply Of truth and going forth,
stop not to quarrel hy the way. nor be found an.
cry antagonists at law, hut separately and to-
g"ihcr so conduct that others may say " the prin-
ciplcs OF these mrn are pure. for they live at
peace ono with another In your charitable
rounds you may meet mysterious stranger who
will salute you in the name of FAITH, IloPE AND
CHARITY answer him in the name of bcnevo-
lence and brohcrly kindness he is an emmssa-
ry of mercy walking the sorrowful places of the
world offer him your cruise of oil and box of
ointment, for you may meet him again at the
grave of a common brother let him lean little
upon yonr staff, for he is very old Like Sala-
thirl he has looked npon The crowning glories Of
the Temple when its eildcd turrcts CLEANED in
the soft light of Palestine he has heard the &C.
henas Of the once proud people when the shrek
ing plowshare of the Rsman ran among the ru-
ins of Salem he has looked in silence and sor-
row into the nmphi,heater when the captive and
the lion, side by side, wrought deep and bloody
furrows in the sand he has wandered in search
Of the hidden fountains of the Nile, and bathed
his burning feet in the tent of the deserts son.
His hammer may have wrought upon the won
drous tombs OF the Pharaohs, or sounded in the
spacious aislcs of Palmyra, or rung from the lOf-
ty columns of Tadmor, or glowcd in The fiery
baptism Of Herculaneum he mas stood by the
mighty cataract of the west, and when its awful
thunders rose in alteration of the great Builder
of the Universe, he has barred his thin, white hair
and responded " so mote it be ~ Mysterious
stranger. know thee not, save by thy Samaritan
works in the realms of death know not whence
thou comest or the number Of the years that have
blanched Thy patriorchal beard, but ! have seen
the marks of the rowel on the shattered abodes
of the poor, and l have heard that little children
are taught to bless thee when they nod in eve-
ming prayer. On with thee, venerable old man
Like Salaihiel, thou livcst forever not for thy
crimes, but that weeping women and laughing
children may continue to bless thee
AT sunset on the Alps the shepherd living on
the highest peak takes his horn and cries with
loud voice, q Praise We the Lord p and others,
hearing the vesper horn, re- echo the sound till
the mountains are full of grateful prayer. Like
the Alpine herdsmen Odd Fellows, TO day. shout
from crag to crag-from the white hills of New
Hampshire to the Aleghenies, thence to the
bleak mountains Of Rock, and away to The Sier.